Disorientated - Missing Week 1, Arriving in Week 2

I scribble a lot and doodle, there’s a lot going on in my brain. Miro comes as a suggestion but I find myself feeling increasingly sensitive to screen time and I some how don’t want to create that way. A pen feels like it’s more attached to my body than a keyboard, so whatever gets digitised eventually, it has to start with pen, paper or the found things. I feel very disorientated this week 2, my week 1 - listening is my super power and I’m annoyed that part of the jigsaw is now missing. However, for me I create how I live and all things have meaning, so this confusion is part of the emerging picture and must be part of the design. As I apply the double diamond principle to my calling to make a cardboard sitting body - it’s suggested I get in touch with Theatr Clywyd’s prop’s department and look at artists who are paying homage to a parent. I kind of know this isn’t it - the gut speaks. I know my research is less about knowing what materials I need to make a body and more about what’s already come to me, for instance the cardboard tube that once held the blue velvet curtains. The colour and texture that might occupy this spinal column makes me think of night sky and a shimmering coolness, so is this really about my Dad or some kind of journey end? In the afternoon we make a memory palace, I want to represent the labyrinth lines somehow but only partially manage it, I enjoy the puzzle of it - trying to represent. I err towards the literal again as I make an out of scale version of the lines running down the staircase. It seems as though I waver between the literal and mystical in style. I’m fairly chuffed that I pretty quickly see how to make my staircase stay up - Dad would be amazing at this task, he used to do technical drawings and before the days of sat navs he would give me directions drawing roundabouts with a compass. There is something about embodying both Mom and Dad - both creative makers, both the ability to persevere.