Dear reader,
I am not sure why I picked up Mondays for my blog entries, also for how long I will be able to maintain this regime. I love routines like a house cat but just like them, I drastically change. I want to blame the weather for this – too many ideas, too warm sun, so less time.
Time’s been bothering me lately. I can’t stop thinking about it. Is it just me, or everything just spins so fast lately? I am not sure. So in order to catch up with time, I started running and, as always, dreaming big. Who’s going to tell me that I can’t run a marathon, that I am old and not sporty enough? Of course I can. So stay tuned. So while I was running near the canal, a place that I don’t normally choose for such activities, I noticed something familiar. Two years ago, on this exact spot on the canal, I’ve sat to draw a boat. And this exact boat was in front of my eyes, but shabby, abandoned and almost sunken. Time was running faster than me, one more time. It made me thinking that we all going to lose this race but do we have a choice? I know I’ve chosen; I’ve chosen to run it.
I stood there and thought that before this boat’s gone completely, we should share a few moments together, one last dance. And I took my sketchbook, my talented “partner in crime” and went sketching the boat.
It was a beautiful sunny day, but the murky water somehow brought that sadness in my heart. I tried to smile, be joyful as my name says, but if you see the sketch itself, you’ll understand what I mean. You’ll see the dark tones. To be completely honest, at some point I couldn’t stop myself using these greys and darker greens, even my favourite payne’s grey somehow turned into pain’s grey and I stopped.
We can’t outrun time and our only choice is to trust it, while running. Some say it heals, I say, with it, we can get better but that’s again our own choice.
Stay creative my dear reader and fill that space-time with art!
Love,
Radost
P.S. You can see the boat mentioned, on the videos bellow. Then and now.