The moon was huge this morning. I thank God for it. I love to walk in its light. And the way it spills across the water takes my breath. I drew The Cooper’s Arms yesterday. There were too many people in town for me to venture in there (it was The Race for Life event – all those women in pink). I drew it three times and tried to be bolder and to learn as I drew. I grow more confident about drawing in public. The mask and my dark glasses help. I still am uncertain about using colour, it seems an after thought. I’ve so much further to go. Perhaps I will never feel good enough. But I am communicating, something, at least.
I thought about my need to care for others. It is strong. Though it often manifests itself in small details. Is that enough? Or must life always be about the grand gesture?
