Kathleen Hope

Found

I’m Celeste Lesk. Try to say that fast three times. My friends call me ‘Cellesk’. This year has been tortuous for the following reasons: I lost my job (ok, not a great job, but a JOB that paid the rent and kept me in art supplies); I lost my car keys. Not a huge deal except my car had been stolen, I couldn’t make a claim without the keys on a liability only policy, blah-blah; this whole pandemic thing that keeps me from friends and family, making me want to curse at anyone I see without a mask; AND, I lost my sketchbook. That was the crowning touch for this rueful year. I just started sketching two years ago, disappearing into that sketchbook regularly; people, things, places, animals – whatever my heart tugs at my pencil to capture. It was mostly full, as were the four previous books. Full of memories, symbols, figurative thoughts. I don’t take pictures with my phone any more, mostly because I’ve lost two phones (yes, there is a pattern of “loss” in my life), much preferring to capture what my eyes were seeing with a pencil.