I bought a bottle of south Australian red wine today.
I don't drink often.
I drank (a small number) of bottles of whiskey,
when I had superbug alien man flu that lasted 8 weeks.
Before that I drank some cider when I was seeing friends this time last year.
Before that, several years of sobriety.
And before that,
a dream in which the pixies basically told me straight:
get off the booze and eat fish&fruit or I would be fucked up for good.
Before that I drank quite a lot of Morgans Spiced Rum as a method of soothing the desperate pains of giving up chain smoking spliffs for many long years. During which there was a phase of cider addiction when I was part of a music production obsessed street crew.
It has been probably 15 years since I was able to drink red wine
because of the association I have with it and my ex from art school
who I deeply passionately adored.
It was a magickal relationship.
We used to drink it a lot.
Not quite constantly, but frequently.
She was a brilliant artist and a great dancer.
We traveled together and studied together
and tearing us apart was a cruel reptilian christian thing for the older generation to do.
It has taken me this long to recover from it.
Buying the wine is a sign that I am.
This blog isn't supposed to be about that though, or alcohol.
This blog is intended to be about Art.
It has been 15 years since I last really got into drawing enough to become focused on a project, caring enough about it, to see it through to wherever it naturally wants to lead me.
A few scribbles here and there but nothing for real, until now.
I haven't felt like an artist since I left art school.
The dragon at the top of the page is one resolution.
The drawing below is called forth from imagination.