Reflecting on Windows
Keeping a dairy was necessary when I was promoted from playing the game I loved, to being in charge. A fun way of earning a living became a responsibility. Maybe it was for the best, because walking around up on the steel, where the birds perch, is a young man’s job. I did not like writing a diary and reports; I had to have a dictionary in one hand and a pen in the other. It turned out it was not a bad thing, as my vocabulary increased and my English improved. Keeping a diary became a habit.
When I travelled I had a record, as this was my personal diary, I did not have to use a dictionary and could do a few drawings instead of words. Pictures really are worth a lot of words. I entered all kinds of ideas and notes, anything that took my fancy as entertaining, worthwhile or wise.
When waiting for transport, or any occasion when time was dragging, out would come my diary, or whatever was at hand, and I would draw something. This drawing was a habit I formed that has now been replaced by the digital camera habit. I still have many of these diaries now, or as I have come to call them “Jack’s Jottings”.
Going through the archives of “Jack’s Jottings” I found these sketches. I thought them suitable for the “Lingering look at windows” and timeout for art challenges. The window with the old glass and the curtains blowing was drawn in a little place Pauline and I shared at Stradbroke Island. The other window drawings were done in Roma Street backpackers in Brisbane. The drawings bring it all back, not much of a view, but that was the challenge, to make something of it. When you draw you notice things you would normally over look. I noticed those reflections in the high rise building. Then the imagination went into top gear. Ever since drawing those reflections I have been hooked on reflections, noticing them everywhere. Nature is the best artist.
For me doing art work is only a way to pass the time and make me more aware of the wondrous beauty all around me.