• Home
  • Biography
  • Photo Gallery
    • Wire Sculptures
    • Ceramic and Embroidered Fabric Panels
    • Nightlights
    • Vessels
    • Buttons and Beads
    • Plaques and Tiles
    • Commissions
    • Cakestands
    • Small Decorative Ceramics
    • Hand and Foot Impressions
  • Events
    • Art and Craft Exhibitions
    • Trade and Retail Fairs
    • Social and Promotion Fairs
    • School and Community Fairs
  • Workshops & Demos
    • At My Studio
    • Guest Tutor
    • Complimentary Education
    • Out of Hours Clubs and Venues
    • Festivals and Exhibition Support
    • Secondary Schools
    • Primary Schools
    • Nurseries
    • Toddler Groups
    • Shops and Galleries
  • Shop
  • Contact
  • Blog
nita nathwani ceramics
Join me

The Unwitting Apprentice

5/28/2013

0 Comments

 
Picture
My father has Alzheimer’s.  Even during a short visit, I will have to remind him several times who I am.  The disease is unforgiving, it robs the sufferer of their due dignity.  

It was not always so.  My father was a very intelligent, physically fit and mentally agile man.  At home, he would always be fixing things, though his projects were never sophisticated or beautifully finished.  They were manifested merely to fulfil a function, and invariably the DIY job ended up with wheels on it.  It was a standing joke.

And somehow, out of five children, I was always the goafer, mostly willing.  Fetching, holding, sorting, fixing.   But then, I didn’t often have a choice.  I just did it.  I’m very thankful for it.  Those skills have served me well time and again getting things done without having to wait around for someone else to fix it for me.  At times, worryingly.  Like when I got fed up waiting and decided to drill holes and put a mirror up, but the light kept switching on and off.  It was the light switch meeting a fate that I could have too.  That was a few years ago.  I blame it on post pregnancy brain.

It is the first day of half term today.  The rain has wrecked our plans for various reasons, and somehow we have all drifted aimlessly in and out of a frustrated fog.  As the children have grown older, I have made fewer projects with them.  We could have been more constructive today.  There is an upside though - we chatted.  And having expressed annoyance at ‘women generally abusing the feminist movement and thinking all men are pigs’, my sons concluded that I was okay because I ‘get on with things’.

But I was made to promise never, ever to say ‘I’m always happy to get my tool kit out’.




0 Comments

    Author

    Nita Nathwani, Ceramic Artist - I thought I'd share stories about my work, experiences, travels, arts and crafts, and the occasional grunt and mumble about merging a craft practice with family life whilst trying to stay fit, healthy and sometimes sane

    Archives

    August 2014
    May 2014
    April 2014
    September 2013
    May 2013
    April 2013
    February 2013
    January 2013
    December 2012

    Categories

    All
    Ceramics
    Chilla
    Clay
    Fishmarket Gallery
    Fitness
    Ganda Bandhan
    Guru
    Guru-shishya
    Harkirat Kaur
    Jagdeep Mudan
    Kankana Banerjee
    Nitai Dasgupta
    North Indian Classical Music
    Pottery Wheel
    Power Of Practice
    Process
    Raga
    Riyaaz
    Shagirdi
    Swar

    RSS Feed

 © Nita Nathwani Ceramics
Proudly powered by Weebly