Where to begin… (again)

Wow, it has really been a while. Like since September of 2020.

I have been at a creative loss all these long months. Other than a few paintings, I have found myself unable to produce anything else. I will blame lockdown, yes absolutely. I know some people have used this time to enable them to embark on new hobbies, new projects and educating themselves in avenues of exploration they never had time for previously. Not so me. The long months of lockdown — Ireland is just opening up now— have kept the ideas from forming. And yes, there were ideas, but ones I could never seem to bring to completion. And I hate trying to write something for which I know not the conclusion. So they stayed in the imagination or maybe with a note or two jotted in my trusty notebook.

I haven’t even had the motivation to add posts to my blog. Even that much writing felt too overwhelming. I have probably lost many of my old friends as I never kept up with reading here either. That makes me sad. I have no one to blame but myself. Still, I am a writer. That is what I tell people I do. But what is a not writing writer? A monster courting insanity so says Kafka.

I still don’t have any ideas fully formed to conclusion, but I need to get started somehow, somewhere. And that place is here. So in the coming days I will begin again. Maybe with some stories of life here in Ireland. I won’t bore you with the dreary months of lockdown —everyone is sick to death of talking about the pandemic. But I will try and give you a glimpse of life on this island with all its charm and eccentricities. I hope you will like it and I hope it gets me back on track. The possibility of writing something, anything might be the spark this monster courting insanity needs to keep the craziness at bay.

Oh and if you wonder how I spent this time? Reading, podcasts and more reading. A true gem of a discovery has been the Irish History Podcast produced and narrated by Fin Dwyer. I have learned so much about my adopted country this way. If you have interest in Ireland and its history both ancient and modern, I heartily recommend you check out the link to the podcast.

Until next time, cheers and best wishes.

Painting (37) Connemara

So it’s been a while… I’ve really hit the creative doldrums. This painting is the only thing I’ve finished in the past few weeks [or maybe months now? I’ve lost track…] Anyway, hoping to get some wind in my sails and carry on.

The Connemara Mountains can be seen in the distance from my house. But they are especially lovely in the golden sun of late afternoon. Here they are as seen from the West side of them — the side closest to the North Atlantic.

Painting (36) Wildflower Garden

The last several months have been so difficult. Besides the isolation of lockdown, the six weeks leading up to that I was cooped up recovering from a broken ankle. Just when I was getting back on my feet, the pandemic hit. All together my imprisonment at home has lasted since January 14th. Granted, the restrictions are easing considerably but still… Now this would have been the perfect time to get involved in a lengthy project like the novel I’m working on but my productivity has been atrocious. In all this time I have written one page. On the other hand, the one thing I have done is paint. Painting feels like therapy to me and while my skills are still rudimentary, the process has been very enjoyable. Here is one of my latest pieces. Something cheerful, bright and full of color. A Wildflower Garden.