"Church Where Sara Was Married", 11x14, Oil.
Along the way, I'm trying to train my brain not to see in fragments to be record one by one as puzzle pieces. That's the way I tended to work on this one in '07 when Marge snapped this first photo of "Easel & me" at the Old Christ Church, a historic landmark. With not much in common but being the last two painters standing that day, we went for lunch at Dharma Blues on the opposite corner.
Recently, just as our show was going up, Marge suffered a stroke. It has effected the communication center of her brain, complete thoughts and sentences are challenging. I've had no experience with the idea of art as therapy, but it only made sense to share visually. Seeing Burridge's work in "Finding your Visual Voice" she said ,"I like him". A short but complete thought that expressed a lot of hope.
Then the following week, it was extremely clear to me that the art-part of her brain was fully functioning. She was showing me things in the art magazines. Marked pages, she had drawn inspiration from, as well as the live plants in her room, the art-cards sent by the group, & photos from our art-show that she missed.
Her sketchbook last week- exhibits (though set in her ways) she is able to think in a variety of styles and is vitally still studying. What she manages to verbalize, is a strand that usually trails off before the point is clear... though I can sometimes catch her drift~ of fragments, trying... to make connection.
For our group- Marge, in her own words & sketches:
"The funniest thing was... or whatever... I tell you what... if you don't."
"let me go" "What I wanted to tell you was ... Buick ..."
(She does art-tours & recently shared how we could save on a painting trip to Tuscany.) "I would love to...do that... but they wanted me to... but last night... for a long time... this is just so hard for me... & it's trying to get..."
(about art mediums)- "Well I want to find where that is & keep... I don't know now...
I haven't... done it... you know... I don't make the payments... those were all... Uh!, I can't make it."
(Trying to figure out how she got there, the nursing home)- "Let me ask...for... I know when I was... where do they? in the nude... & I didn't know where I was. When you take it out of here, & you'll see that (pointing down the hall). What is her name? Well, now, did you get your... Did you make the... geez! And if you look..."
"Oh, I want to go to that!... but... I hope that I'll get there...
Down payment, when I give that- then I'll go."
"If I just had those~ but they won't go. And I don't remember who...had that~~~ there to me."
(Talking about our art group & looking at photos of the show)-
"Now, when... She brought this in... isn't this a ... didn't he make that. That's you."
"I didn't know that she was. It's just a ..."
"Well, I just can not believe... When are you going back to him? OK, now I was...Geez, I can't. And she told that- ... pieces~ stuff~ but, one of mine was" (I think she was talking about how her large painting was displayed on an easel up front in the Outside Lover Show.) "It was new, great big."
"I can tell you." "It just isn't there any mo...st. So much more~ & why the...? I don't know why they've got so much ----- stuff. I think she will... get the other two" (she had 3 pieces in the show, one was not pictured).
"I love the way there... read it... it right there."
(When I arrived she was asleep in front of her unopened hospital-container of turkey)[click pics to enlarge]