it all started when i was overlooked in the doctors' waiting room for the second time that week.
i suddenly felt i had become invisible. fading. vanishing sort of thing. Mmmm.
let's face it. when you reach your mid seventies you more or less have to end up at the doctors occasionally. and if you are one of the lucky ones you have known your doctor for years.when a screaming baby, an injured teenager and a demanding young girlie in a business suit take precedence, the chairs in the waiting room become hard. the floor is a better option.
so when the new girlie at the desk lost site of me my doctor suddenly remembered we had an appointment with the surgeon and the specialist and goes oooh!. i was in no frame of mind to discuss my body with anyone by then so i picked up my keys and left.
like when i was in myers the other day trying to buy a pair of flashy skinny jeans. o.k so i was in the Miss shop and all the other customers were 1/5 my age!! after 20 minutes fading into the background of life sort of thing was the only option.
i started to fill the studio wall with images of this woman who apparently was vanishing into thin air at times. some work. some don't.
then i really started to object to becoming transparent just because i was getting old. so i have started to sing on my daily walk. the distance prescribed by the do gooders. a different song every day. this week it's she wore an itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini.
no i won't inflict a self portrait of the body in the bikini. not today anyway.
i am into drawing solid subjects this week. with very large solid women. bigger and bolder than the world around them. you can just get a glimpse of her here. ignore the dates on the photos. i can't fix the date on the camera try as i might.
well it is snowing here in Tasmania. thought i better give tasmania a capital letter to match the tagging. but the dog still needs a little afternoon walk not to mention the vanishing body. i am sure more exciting things will happen next week.



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