Heirloom Drawing (a.k.a. Jingle Jangle Morning)

Hello and happy February from Tokyo friends,

In an increasingly attention deprived time, thank you for coming over.
Time. Limited. Valuable.
Appreciate you being here.

Calm and collected or feeling the push, here’s a little bundle that I hope will bring a smile.

A drawing, a video, an excerpt from my book, ‘When in doubt, draw’, my word for 2016 and how I look forward to serving you this year. Bonus bundle (with Bowie) for those who need it at the end. Pop the kettle on. Pull up a chair. Tuck in.

When in doubt, draw

There was a swelling in my chest when the new year started.
The excitement.
The visitors.
The parties.
Unplugging.
Merriment.
Mama over to stay.
So much food and love and wine and wonderful.
I was full.
Full to brimming.
And sensitive all over.

And so I did what I always do.

I sat down to draw.

Drawing to digest it all.

Drawing to process the world.

The wild ride of human experience.

Helen Lewis, friend and fellow writer, likened this to breathing.
Experiences.
Every moment. Every day.
In. Out.
Drawing: Reflecting (in) Expressing (out)
Here’s what I drew. And here’s what I discovered. A chapter for my book. A word for the year.

Excerpt from my forthcoming book: ‘When in doubt, draw’ Details here

Also services for 2016, including – Heirloom Drawings – Details below.

Jingle Jangle Morning

Heard the bells many years ago.

Sounds of childhood.

Steeped in time.

Jingle jangle,

Bells and bangles.

Mixed Masala Memories.

Mama fell in love with it in India.

Old Silver. Golden Skin.

Mama arrives.

Smiles and a suitcase.

Shiny, airport floors.

House fills into home.

Turmeric tarnished nails,

Steaming, stirring,

Bananas and dahl,

Pounding, popping,

Garlic, ginger,

Seeds.

In.

Oil.

Dosa mix ladled,

Around and around,

Jingle jangle,

Bells and bangles.

Something’s shifted.

Lifted.

The hands that fed me,

Forming rice into balls,

“Here comes the airplane!”

Into my 3 year old mouth.

The hands that fed me reach in

And place it in my hands.

The hands that write this,

Look like those.

I understand what it means,

The words don’t come,

And so there are none,

We sit,

Soft silence

Envelopes us both.

Time.

Softens and hardens,

Softens

And

Hardens

Well worn are we,

Weathered and Wonder

Full

Once more.

The bells keep jingling.

Ringing, singing.

The ring fills

The space,

My breath.

Shower of sound.

Fills and spills.

Full.

My hands.

The hands that write this.

Look like those.

Jingle , jangle

Bells and bangles.

DMK January 2016

“Why the jingle jangle?”

Bob Dylan’s coming to town. And yes, I’m there.

Seen my first video? Made with the very talented Kyle McCloskey. Hope you love it as much as we loved making it. The Book. The Team. The Why Behind The Work.

Click here or on the smiley youtube pic on the left!

Shoulders of Giants and My Word for 2016

Mama told me a story once…

Of a magic wand that was kept by the door,
To be waved over yourself before leaving.

It would cloak the wearer in a beautiful, protective shield.

Impenetrable.
Otherworldly.
Divine.

As I sat down to draw this heirloom, I thought about the strongest feeling I had last year:

Shoulders of Giants

All those who have gone before us. Being in the space of that place. It feels big and spacious to me.

Humbling. Raw. Real.

It’s how I came up with my word for the year: GRACE

From a much bigger place. Bigger than self.

I’ll try to stand in that place more.

Mindfully more.

And when I stray, I’ll sit down to draw.

Because,

Nothing is from Nothing,

And All is from All.

“What do you sit down to do? To take you back to your place? To make sense of it all?”

If you’re unsure and looking for a way to:

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