More of the Same

charcoal - 20 minute pose

Monday evening was another figure drawing session, enjoyable for me, though I don't think our model was feeling very well.  This was my favorite drawing from the session, though I don't especially like how her arm looks in my drawing.

I begin my new chemotherapy sessions on Friday.  Since I optimistically thought I wouldn't be doing chemo again, I had my port removed in April, and now I must have a new one implanted, also Friday. I have some new hats and a new wig set to go, but must admit that I am not looking forward to the medical routine, bottles of medication, and losing my hair once again.  However, since this is apparently the only tool available in the box, I guess we'd better get using it.

I hope I can continue with my Monday evening drawing sessions.

Enyo

I've been attending a summer figure drawing group for several years, enjoying the pretty drive on back roads, drawing a couple hours, and treating myself to frozen custard afterward.  I couldn't attend last summer because of my surgery and recovery, but this summer I am enjoying myself.  I'm keeping it very simple, just a few sheets of newsprint or slightly nicer drawing paper, vine charcoal, and a kneaded eraser.  The model last night was a lovely young woman; my drawing her does not do her justice.

My health news continues to be disappointing.  I am not a candidate for further surgery or radiation, so we're going with the chance that a different chemotherapy regimen will shrink my new spot, and extend my life.  I find that I cannot hold that thought for long without panicking.  So, I concentrate on things right now that give me pleasure - watering my flowers, drawing and painting, meeting with friends, drinking wine.  I have been mourning the thought of losing my new hair, which after months of being bald, gives me great happiness.  So, yesterday I went to a photo shoot (with my hair), and I plan to use the spiffy new not-bald photos on social media and at the gallery where I show some of my artwork.  It's OK.  I have hats and scarves.

Right now, staying positive is an act of self preservation.