Happy Monday. I call this one “Rainbow Garden” When mom began doing all this art, it was actually something I barely noticed or thought was interesting. I was so fried and exhausted from being her primary caretaker through all of her chemorad and through all of the intense anger coming at me that was fueled by her dementia…Her doing art meant one thing to me: I get to watch Netflix uninterrupted. I hate to say that was true for me but that’s how it was. It took me a while to see her art as amazing. I am still in that process now actually.
But when she turned out this one and she called me into the room to see it I was like “what? holy smokes!” I could tell that she was not just doodling. This one really felt to me, like underneath all the cancer and dementia, that mom was definitely tapping into something incredible and unusual.
I’d just never seen such a wild looking place so filled with color. It seemed otherworldly and also totally believable.
I am sure she handed this to me and said the usual “Now Charlie…I am telling you that this is what they showed me today. Isn’t it amazing there? So you put that on the kitchen table with the others. But don’t spray it with fixative yet. I will have to look at it tomorrow when I am not so tired.” Then she’d be asleep within 10 minutes, totally exhausted from the effort of painting with shaking hands and one eye open-for about 6 hours straight.