My life turned upside down four years. Trump was elected president. The only man I ever loved died. Covid-19 struck the planet. The world I thought I knew, the world I believed I could rely upon was gone. This new strange and surreal world left me reeling, disoriented, and fumbling through each day, trying to make sense of it all.
In an attempt to calm my panicked and stunned mind, I turned to drawing, which I had never done before. The simple act of putting pencil to paper, of rubbing graphite until it shone, of drawing straight lines and perfect circles, soothed my thoughts and centered my soul.
Edmund De Waal, a potter I adore, wrote that he liked the way that repetition wears things smooth, like river stones. That is what drawing has done for me. It has smoothed the pain, the anger, the fear, the grief, the cracks in my life, and allowed me to continue living with a measure of joy.