Early last year, before I started working again and had a lot of free time on my hands, I had started to add some healthful habits to my daily routine. I was meditating on a daily basis. I was taking vigorous walks. I was making small and inconsistent attempts to eat better. And 3 or 4 times a week I was visiting a nearby coffee shop and setting up my art supplies (markers and pens at that point) and I was drawing. I started doing these colorful abstract things a friend of mine coined “Pludels”. I love color, and I love tiny detail, and these were very meditative little abstract drawings. I’d sit in the cafe with my headphones on, building my first ever quarterly playlist, sipping my peppermint mocha, and I’d just draw without planning much, without thinking much, and they were some very zen moments that were very needed at that point in my life. They were also my first meaningful steps outside of the house after a period of acute agoraphobia.
“Pludel” is a name coined my best friend. It’s a blend of “plume” and “doodle”.
This particular pludel was done for my mom’s birthday.
Since then I have painted and drawn and played a tiny bit with collage and mixed media, and I have been VERY prolific. And my art and my good habits have healed me. I’m healthier in mind than I have ever been, and I’m making great strides to repair the damage I did to my body when I was so ill.
I uploaded most of the work I’ve done over the past year and a half or so into an assortment of galleries. There are some series, and some one off works. And nearly everything posted so far has been done in the last 16 months. It’s been a super prolific year, and I’ve learned so much.
I’ll never stop experimenting. For me, that’s half the fun. Trying out a style or medium that I’ve never tried before. Sometimes it turns into a series. Sometimes it doesn’t. But I learn something new from every single brush stroke and every ink line.
With deep love,