For anyone who knows me, they will know how much I love kendo. When I started, I never could have imagined that it's where I would meet my fiancé and so many inspirational teachers and friends along the way. Despite being rather smelly and noisy, kendo, when practised with a true heart is spectacle of pure beauty.
Lately I've not been doing kendo. On the nights I usually practice, I wander aimlessly about the house feeling rather guilty and consoling myself with excessive amounts of food. The other evening whilst twiddling my thumbs at my desk, I had a light bulb moment ….. kendo related creativity. I scavenged my pencil pots for a marker pen, dug out an old shinai and started manically scribbling. It turns out drawing on a thin curved slat of bamboo is not all that easy, makes your neck stiff and most frustratingly ends up looking pants. I still think it's a fun idea for a canvas and having a numerous dead shinai hanging about the house, I have plenty more to play with.
Seen as the shinai art was rather rubbish, I'll try to redeem myself by posting some marginally better kendo art I've done.
Images copyright of HKJ
