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Sunday, April 20, 2008


This weekend I created this card for sis' birthday. It's more about me than her, I think. I'm having some aggravation, possibly, from the Staphysagria - 2-3 days of vision issues (flashing lights, spots shifting from right eye to left eye where spots turned into a thick black wire). This drawing, with coloured pencils and felt pen, could represent female rage or, on the other hand, a woman playing a lute while being stage curtains.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Staphysagria redux


I decided it seemed a good idea to try Staphysagria 200c again, doing so Friday night. Two weeks ago I took it in 30c with no aggravation resulting. Friday and Saturday night, themes of abandonment and/or rejection. Some aggravation on face. The chief feature of Staphysagria also showed up, possible an aggravation. I started this drawing yesterday and finished it today. The left side seems to indicate the tension in the muscles on the left side of my face from the nerve damage. In colored pencil on Bristol paper. Spraying matte preservative on it faded the colours so I used HP Photosmart Edit to restore some of the colours. I return to British spelling.

Friday, April 11, 2008

Desperate for warm weather


No need to say anything more. One of the many gardens on campus.

Life - as it is - 2


The lower half of "Optic Irritation." It's possible the midsection is missing. Hmm.... Considering the date of this drawing is early February, I suspect it expresses some of the trauma from being shoved and then verbally bullied on the bus. The effect lasted for several months. Only now, in April, does it seem to be lifting.

Life - as it is -1


The top half of a larger drawing titled "Optic Irritation." Sharing my blog today with a brilliant young student with multiple stresses inspired me to post this larger drawing.

Sunday, April 06, 2008

Bird Series - A08



After several attempts at processing the trauma from the combination of the two incidents of bullying on the bus, I might be experiencing the start of an opening. First, the word "bullying" came to me from reading a New York Times report on the high incidence (c 45%) of bullying in the workplace in the U.S. so now I had a word, a label to pin on the behavior of the people that seems more accurate than harassment. I also signed up for a writing workshop series for six Saturdays at the local Environmental Education center. People there mostly wanted to talk rather than write but one person suggested I write something about the incident from the perspectives of the different people involved. That appealed to me at first. I had focused on the idea of transforming the incident into a short story. But I still seemed stuck, unable to write. Yesterday, I went to the first of another writing workshop of four Saturdays, with a focus on memoir writing, run by a local poet and creative writing journal founder. I knew I would get more professional guidance there. He asked us to think about the place in our body and the place outside the body where the memory of the event lies. I wrote and revised repeatedly in the short 20 minutes. He remarked that he knows I write poetry and what I wrote seemed clinical. . . something like that. Then it hit me. The place in the body is my throat, being unable to scream. the place outside the body is a vehicle whether it be the bus or my car from long ago when it's possible I was caught in a riot. Then I came home and worked on the drawing above, the first in many months of not being able to draw, in fact since the bus bullying. Poetry seems the more proper medium here to express the linkages between recent and long buried trauma.