Oooh! The day - and the night - before my little Sooryansh arrived.. I was always with my sketchbook! I drew anything I could see.. Whenever I felt uneasy, I would draw! Whenever I needed to relax, I would draw! I even took my sketchbook to the Hospital.. I could not part with it when I was so tense and nervous!!
I drew the beanbag! And I drew my nurse when she was tucking me in the sheets and attaching all those monstrous monitors!! And I drew a slightly nervous Manu, while we waited for my pains to grow!
My nurse smiled and wondered aloud, "How do you do that with so much pain!?" and I couldn't help but wonder the same! But it had some meditative effect..
I felt as though art was my religion! I just submitted to it.. Sketching proved more powerful in relaxing me, than a few holy mantras would have.. Why why why didn't I recognize this power before!?
I drew the beanbag! And I drew my nurse when she was tucking me in the sheets and attaching all those monstrous monitors!! And I drew a slightly nervous Manu, while we waited for my pains to grow!
My nurse smiled and wondered aloud, "How do you do that with so much pain!?" and I couldn't help but wonder the same! But it had some meditative effect..
I felt as though art was my religion! I just submitted to it.. Sketching proved more powerful in relaxing me, than a few holy mantras would have.. Why why why didn't I recognize this power before!?
2 comments:
This is really marvelous.
Carrying your sketch book everywhere is fine but this is really something. Maybe I will write a blog on you :-)
Thank you Haddock! I am flattered!
Well, yes.. Though that sounded wierd, my hubby actually packed the sketchbook in my bag.. He knows the zen effect it has on me!
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