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I am loving felt pens plus water. I’m not sure why it’s taken me fifty-something years to discover the joys of such simple ingredients, but it has.
Or this way?
Felt marker pens, particularly at school, were something you didn’t want to get water on. You drew or wrote with them because of their precision. You admired their clean lines. You were in control. You didn’t want to lose all that nice neatness to a soggy mush-ball.
Water brings with it an unknowing.
It brings an unpredictability and a, sometimes scary, lack of control. What joy!
Felt-pen-plus-water art-making is just the ticket for debriefing from an art therapy session in residential aged care. After
How lucky am I?
My original muse was David Swain.
He helped me find my niche.
He helped me find my balance.
He helped me find my footing.
He helped me know home.
muse, David Swain (1923 – 2010)
would be turning 93 right now. My dear Dad.
He taught me to climb trees.
and know home.
I was not a confident little girl.
When I was seven,