As I was unpacking the contents of our new home, I came across a familiar, red tube that contains my more cherished drawings. Bracing myself for nostalgia, I opened it up to look inside.
...But instead of nostalgia, I found inspiration.
This nude, one of my favourites, was one I did back in New Zealand. Dave had pushed me to take a weekly class, if only to meet new people and to flex my long-atrophied art muscles. I was shy and nervous, but I went, and in pushing my own boundaries of comfort I produced some of my best work.
Sitting on the floor of my new home, beholding this near-forgotten beauty, I remembered how happy I'd been when I was drawing.
And here I am, once again in a new city, once again having gone too long without incorporating art into my life.
As such, I resolve to get involved in the Victoria art community. I resolve to unshackle myself from my comfort zone.
I resolve to get drawing again.