It’s my birthday so I am going to let someone else post for me today. This years bonus birthday post is brought to you by Paul Macauley
He made a lovely artefact called Apples, Pumpkins and Strawberries
It is full of lovely doodles and jokes, and this by far has to be my favourite:
He also has a podcast which is well worth listening to.
I am also currently in Australia with Paul and will post a longer travel blog when I am back in England, so keep an eye out for that.
As a creative person, do you recognise this:
I have had this idea, and I think it could be something really good. But I don’t have time to give any real thought right now. I’ll start it tomorrow.. next week… next month… I mean… I’ll get around to it eventually.
I know I feel that way. In a way posting a doodle a day, every day has become a bit of a double edged sword. On one hand it has encouraged me to commit to a daily practice which has lead me to producing more images than I thought I was capable. However on a busy day it can become the procrastinating tool or block that I could really do without in my life.
I can sometimes become locked into a pattern of producing because I feel I have to and not because I want to, and that really affects the pride I feel in sharing a piece. So when my good buddy Paul Macauley posted that he was hosting a workshop that would help shake creatives out of their funk I couldn’t wait to hand over my money (which is a rare occurrence this year). In 2019 I have committed to making myself a better person, and that work needs to take place internally as much as it needs to take place externally.
And it couldn’t have come at a better time. On the first of January I made a dramatic change to my eating. For over a decade I have had a very unhealthy relationship with food. I have been obsessed, in love, and completely dominated by food. I have been using food as a way to sooth any discomfort (physical or emotional) I feel. I have been stashing junk food away like a squirrel preparing for a 15 year long winter, and lying to (and lashing out at) loved ones when they express a concern.
However with the support of a few good friends (and a very competent therapist) I have promised myself that I will not turn 30 and hate what I see in the mirror any more. In order to pull this off I am going to have to lean into other soothing tools which I have allowed to take a back seat to my food obsession. Which means I am recommitting myself to drawing again.
In particular I am going to finish at least one of the larger projects I have been chewing on. I did some creatively focused coaching with Paul at the end of last year (as well as a podcast and a book), so I know that the trust I place in him will be totally rewarded with a rich and fulfilling day. My hope is that in posting this I will also encourage a few more people to sign up and support him.
I can honestly say that I have rarely met a kinder and more thoughtful human being. So if you are in Brighton in January, please consider this as something to gift yourself. A day where you can focus in on making something that is important to you.
What is the day about?
Wouldn’t it be awesome to have more confidence in what you’re doing? To more authentically express what is yours to make? To see a way forward that feels exciting and full of possibility?
In this fun, collaborative and supportive workshop I will share inspirations and exercises that invite you to open your head, heart and hands to:
- Liberate your true wants and deeper intentions
- Develop your thinking and principles
- Identify small, meaningful onward actions
- Rediscover the playfulness of ideas and making things
The expression of your unique experience and understanding is important. Let’s make the things we love in a meaningful way and share them with the world.
Where can I book?
EventBrite: And for a limited time only, there’s 25% off.
“For now is my grief heavier than the sands of the seas, she thought. This world has emptied me of all but the oldest purpose: tomorrow’s life.” – Frank Herbert, Dune
Bear with me, this post comes with words. I began writing this on 23rd May, the week after my Grandad died. I then spent months trying to put into words what he meant to me.
My Grandad was amazing. I know lots of people say they had the world’s best grandad, but mine really was extraordinary. He looked like santa. He told the best stories, often more then once. He was dad like to so many people. He chose his family, and once you were in you were to be loved and accepted and lifted up in his pride of you.
When my mother’s father passed away he wrote her a letter which I think reached her in her grief. He probably didn’t know when he wrote it, that his words would bring us comfort all those years later.
People live as long as they are remembered.
Over this year these words have bought me great comfort. Grief puts everyone on their own timeline. When a significant death occurs, it rolls through the group like a wave, but everyone is standing their own distance from the shore. Sometimes you are treading water, sometimes you are watching others get knocked off their feet. Sometimes it feels like you are all alone under the water.
This season is a time for families, this year ours is a little bit smaller for his having passed. But he will be remembered, and in being remembered he will not be gone, just passed.
I would like to share some of the wisdom that I gathered from him:
If you’re going to spend good money on anything, make sure it’s shoes and your mattress. If you are not in one, you’re in the other. And, when the time comes, get a wicker coffin. They are beautiful to look at, kinder to the environment and kinder for the people who bear you to wherever you are laid to rest.
“The shoe that fits one person pinches another; there is no recipe for living that suits all cases” – Carl Jung
Never stop learning. The greatest way to teach others is to be a constant student. My grandfather was a boatman, an actor, a grave digger but he was always a teacher. For some of his life he even got paid to teach. He was also an amazing student and it was his enthusiasm for learning which made him a great channel for knowledge. A few years ago now he enrolled in a law course at the open university, and I got such a kick thinking that he probably stored his student ID in his wallet next to his 65+ bus pass.
If you are going to get angry about something, make sure you direct it towards change. If you are angry at politicians, go vote. And if that doesn’t work go stand outside where they work and tell them what you think. Don’t get enraged, or despondent, get direct.
There is nothing weak or cowardly about taking the road of least harm. Pacifism is not a cowards way out. There is nothing soft about choosing not to fight. When standing in the face of conflict or violence, the greatest act of strength is to stand and be at peace. There are many justifications for violence, some of them appear just. However there is only one reason to refuse to fight, and that is because, just like me, each living thing on earth will feel enough pain in it’s life, without me adding to it. This is not an easy way out.
Family is not about blood. Family are the people who build you up. They support you even in your faults (sometimes they are the first people to point your faults out). They lift your spirits when they surprise you on your birthday. Gather them close to you today. Family give you somewhere to belong. When I was very young my parents divorced and for a long time I think some of the people closest to us weren’t sure how to handle this. As a child I was the only one in my class whose parents were divorced. People didn’t know how to handle that, sometimes in my own family. My grandad never made me feel like I had to shut part of myself off, or that I had to be part of one family and not another. When he decided to open his family to someone they stayed. That acceptance meant the world to me. There have been times this year when that acceptance has felt a little fragile without him here anymore, but that is just grief and as the year has passed I have found an inner connection that his s
upport grew in me.
A good story is in the eyebrows. If you have ever been told a story by someone with enthusiastic eyebrows you will know what I mean.
“Everyone must leave something behind when he
dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there.
It doesn’t matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime.” – Ray Bradbury, Farenheit 451
If you are in Brighton between now and Sunday, and would like a bit of culture then may I suggest coming down to the Old Ship Hotel and seeing Show Shoppers presents the Nightingale.
You will get to see a show where (almost) everything is for sale. The props, costume and set have all been made by local artists.
If you do come you will also get to see me really milk my non-speaking big bird tribute act.
As I write this I am listening to me and my dear friend Paul Macauley talk. I recently had the privilege of joining him on his podcast Creative Loving Spirit. It’s a privilege because it’s not often I get to talk about art and my blog to people, and speaking to someone like Paul who asks good questions is quite joyful.
So please listen, I hope you enjoy and don’t just listen to my one, there is a whole series to fill your ear holes with!