Return of the Thing

So here I am, back in the US of A. Land of the free, home of the brave, I’ll definitely need to remember the brave part, because right now I am shaking in my rubber flip flops.

The idea of getting back into the swing of things is fairly terrifying right now.
Breaks are good, very good, but this break has been so long (long enough for a million Kit Kits) that I feel disoriented. I don’t know what to do with myself anymore, where do I even start when it comes to Noctiluna?

To tell the truth, I’m surprised they let me back in. I could tell the immigration officer was having second thoughts even as I scuttled off to collect my luggage.
My return was not very graceful. I kind of stumbled back into the country covered in biscuit crumbs and baby vomit, dragging my two kids and numerous suitcases stuffed with tea, chocolate, Marmite, and countless other British comfort givers behind me. Things that I hope will keep me in a fog of near-pleasure during my first few weeks back, while I yearn for the company of my parents and homeland.

I plan to start drawing today, that always helps. Big, bold marker drawings, inspired by henna patterns and Indian textiles.
Over the weekend I visited the African Art Museum in DC, and saw an amazing exhibition of work by Lalla Essaydi, a Moroccan born artist. It was a case of being in the right place at the right time. Her use of pattern and scale and script, and her choice of drawing medium (henna) struck a chord within me. Her photos are absolutely stunning. Visit the exhibition if you live nearby, and be inspired.

I’ll be back with some drawings very soon, promise!