After being out of town all weekend, today I played on the computer
for a little, and checked Kris's blog. (We almost never call each other, we just blog at each other.) So I go see an art group/blog she has joined, called creative Therapy because it sounded intriguing--I always call whatever project is happening "art therapy," anyway, so it seemed like a me kind of thing.
Then I read the first catalyst, and felt thrown back in time.
(More like slammed back in time, really.)
Self medicated with Diet Dr. Pepper, Topsy's cinnamon popcorn,
and an hour of Judge Judy (yes, Judge Judy, what now??).
Cleaned out half my closet, finding my sketchbook from 1988.
This is three in a series of sketches of my younger brother's
hands as he lay in a coma dying.
The first catalyst concluded with:
"If your art makes you feel even a bit better at the end, you’ve won."
It worked then, and it works now.
"But I do not want you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning those
who have fallen asleep, lest you sorrow as others who have no hope.
For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so God will
bring with Him those who sleep in Jesus."
--1 Thessalonians 4:13
6 comments:
The first have of your blog post had me laughing hysterically! Did she really say "Judge Judy"? The second half made me cry. Thank you for sharing this.
this is incredible. thank you so much for sharing this. your drawings really moved me.
In 1988 I too was drawing hands-but in a totally different situation-senior art class. Really makes me think though. Other people I don't know, miles away, doing the same thing I am but for different reasons. Love your blog. I'll be back.
Amazing. Thanks for taking part in creative therapy. I, too, find art therapeutic. Fran
Wow this is just amazing Trish! Thank you so much for sharing with us at Creative Therapy!
this is amazing. so sorry about your brother. Beautiful art pieces.
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