Hmmmmm .... Joining the Blogosphere

... Is this a good idea? My friends Rob, Jo and Wing think it is, and they know all about these things, so who am I to argue? Especially nowadays as I begin to realise I don’t know as much as I thought I did. Or maybe I did once and I’ve just forgotten everything. I forget a lot these days, which is bad when I’m not somewhere I ought to be, or the dogs are sitting patiently at the kennels wondering if I’m ever coming back for them, or the postman gives me a funny look cos I’ve still got the blob of Sudacrem on that pesky spot . . . but is very good when I forget how old I am, or that I’m not supposed to be eating cream doughnuts today, or that I shall exceed my overdraft limit if I buy that gorgeous must have dress (I especially like forgetting about the overdraft).

I digress ...

What is all this blogging malarkey about anyway? I’ve never read anybody’s blog so I don’t really know what I’m supposed to be doing. In my entire life, I’ve never kept a diary, or had a pen pal, or been in the habit of corresponding much with friends, so this is going to be entirely new territory for me. I have been accused of liking the sound of my own voice though (that was a mean jealous friend of course and doesn't really count) so perhaps I shall strike up a happy relationship with my Blog Space and be able to fantasize that millions of cyberspace surfers are hanging on my every word.

I’m not sure I shall have much, original or notable, in the way of artistic expression, but I have amassed a fine collection of books on the subject, and maybe as a starting point, till I get into the swing of things and don’t feel so afraid of voicing my own opinions (those that I can still remember), I can share some of the thoughts and ramblings of those authors and artists I have found interesting and inspiring. If you’ve looked at my website you will see that I am preoccupied with the subject of Love, all kinds of it, good, bad, toxic, crazy, maternal, romantic, religious. In my painting, I’ve only explored the romantic/sexual aspect of love so far, but found that included the good, the bad, the toxic and the crazy anyway.

So then, a little snippet about Love, or to be more precise, Passion, from Jeanette Winterson, “Somewhere between fear and sex passion is. Passion is not so much an emotion as a destiny. What choice have I in the face of this wind but to put up sail and rest my oars?” (From The Passion, 1987)

I do love the idea of coursing headlong into love affairs with my sails billowing with passion and my compass reading My Destiny!