Even from my comfortable armchair my personal and psychological life seems constantly ‘on the edge’. There are always so many things to keep me sitting, to avoid ‘doing’. Reflecting on guilt, inertia and life moments not grasped. With access through a large TV screen to the world, even if I am not already personally stressed, I find stresses responding to everyday events bombarding me in the news and advertising – donkeys, cats, young girls all over the world needing my help – then wars and climate disasters not to speak of Novak Jokovich’s all-important (now irrelevant) visa.
At the same time, I feel compelled to somehow remember and record this time, to slow life down as it flashes past one day merging into the next. Something to remind me in case a time comes when all I have energy left for is memory. I want to remember it as it was at the time, not just after my brain has sloshed them around to try and clean them and hung them out to dry.
Particularly during Lockdown life seemed much too short to waste getting bored.
Diaries and sketchbooks can provide a ‘safe creative fun space’ to critically examine my own ‘personal edges’ – the philosophical and political views that characterise my ‘voice’ so that these can be explicitly and strategically integrated into more ‘objective’ observational as well as subjective creative practice.