Andrew has never been the same ever since

A rite of passage, a transition ceremony of sorts! Andrew’s identity changed when he left the group of non-shoe tyers and became a member of the shoe-tyers group.

Click on image to enlarge it. Incidentally, this actually happened in the mid 1990s, a couple of years after completing my doctorate, and it encapsulated in a single episode my sociolinguistically-oriented dissertation research in a bilingual Kindergarten classroom near Washington, DC in the mid 1990s that was undergoing a reform of its mathematics curriculum. Learning is identity change. Andrew has never been the same ever since!

50 Some Odd Years

There’s been a guitar – or two – in my life for a half a century.

On a weekend visit from college in the late sixties my big brother brought home the first guitar I had ever handled. He could tell I really liked it. A couple of years later he gave me that guitar!

These kinds of drawings are so weird. I started it with a left hand on a fretboard and no idea of how it would unfold or where it would go. It’s done now, waiting in my camera roll for me to insert it into this post; and now my heart is overflowing with emotional memories.

My brother was a central, nearly heroic figure for me throughout the first ten years of my life. By the time my periscope was up high enough for me to appreciate him as my brother, he was already making plans to go off to college; oh, and this devasted me. I remember an exchange we had one evening in the nearby church parking lot while shooting hoops. As he outlined some of the highlights of this plan, the football scholarship, the name and location of the university, and so on, I burst in tears and tried my best to put into words why this was all so unacceptable. Looking back, I knew he understood because he found a way to help me understand how I could manage without him between visits home and why it was the right move for him to make at that time in his life.

So when he gave me that guitar, he gave me a part of his heart that has been a part of my heart for fifty some odd years…and counting.

Made with Paper by Firth Three on an iPad Pro with an Apple Pencil

Under Construction

Somg 35 odd years ago in Pittsburgh, PA I learned an expression that came to mind the other day while I was stopped dead in my tracks heading west on Olive Avenue in Merced, CA. “The shortest distance between two points is under construction.” The expression has come up before on this illustroblog, click here for further details.

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I used an iPad Pro with Apple Pencil in Procreate on this.

 

Let me get this straight…

I’ve begun a formal process, one that I’ll elaborate on in due time. Suffice it to say that this process requires some reflection, and that this illustration is an autobiographical by-product of that reflection. I won’t include any analysis of this real event in my life at this particular point, but I do hope to so as soon as I’m able to coax out a pattern or two.

This drawing was done on an iPad Pro using an Apple Pencil and Paper by Fifty Three.

Learning To Walk By Rolling With Health

I’ve never reblogged anything, so I hope I’m doing it right. Why am I reblogging this post? I’m doing it in the names of learning and inspiration for the few special people who follow my illustroblog.

Check out my niece’s blog as she literally learns how to walk again as a writer, an adult, a person living with MS. If you’re like me, you’ll learn something about your path and how you make your way on your journey more gracefully. She’ll crack you up too; that’s kinda’ a family thing.

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It’s been almost 4 months since I began using my dynamic bracing system to improve my gait. Apparently it takes more than 15 weeks to reverse a 5 year physical decline which means…

Shit’s getting serious.

Gone are the quick and dirty, “Look I can stand up longer,” or “Holy cow, guess how many steps I’m walking now?” success moments. Now every new gain (no matter how small) that my body experiences has to be integrated before another gain reveals itself to me.  If I rush it, my body reacts badly.

  • The first time I walked a mile without stopping to sit, my back went out and kept me sidelined for a week.
  • The first time I walked 10,000 steps in one day, the excruciating joint my pain that followed almost kept me from climbing the steps in my home safely.
  • The Sensory Motor Amnesia pain that accompanies the stretching of a usually contracted muscle…

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