Deirdre Jack

Bairnsdale April 2020

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Lockdown gave me time for a self appointed task of painting the house along with the hope that I remain enthusiastically on the job during the heavenly autumn weather. My heart however is in the garden at this time of year thus together with smartening up the paint work I have happily surrendered to the earth. The studio meanwhile remains dormant.

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I’ve been sketching a bit; sketches of compromised fauna, quick sketches done while out walking or riding, sketches of Tom. Sadly I have made him look like a very old codger. There is an unease when I don’t paint. I worry I am not connecting with my subject.

 This lack of direction will pass. So too will Lockdown.