I have been so caught up in the minutiae of household clearance, I felt I had forgotten how to draw. I was reminded by something this evening of how much time I was spending drawing on my mobile devices this time last year. So for a change today, I spent two minutes sketching Middle Daughter engrossed in homework.
It was a lovely feeling to just sit and draw for no purpose whatsoever. I am diarising a week more on this de-cluttering mania, and then I am back to the studio.
But this evening, I was further reminded of how my mind has contracted in recent months of holidaying and domestic trivia. The homework in question was about absolutism and relativism. Since my son (reading philosophy and economics) is still knocking around at home this week, we had a somewhat rarified discussion over the evening meal. I was in confrontation with two unapologetic absolutists. I remembered the post I had written back in May on The Perils of Relativism? back in the days when I dwelt on such topics.
There is a dangerously seductive aspect to decluttering. It is a clearcut procedure, with identifiable and complete outcomes. Unlike making art. The sooner I complete the basic targets I have set myself, the better. Otherwise I may never rise out of the sea of trivia.