My house is full of things, but not so many objects. Art supplies, clothes, bags, shoes (ooh, maybe I could draw those!). But I don't have many heirlooms. I don't really have anywhere to store or display them. But I have this willow-pattern coffee pot that I brought back from my parents' house some time. I don't think it was ever used. Still, it's a connection to all the things that my mother could never part with. Now she is in a nursing-home, and she couldn't care less about those things. It's hard to imagine that there was a time when she would nearly have a panic attack if I wanted to throw out some cotton knickers from when I was 12! Still, these objects are a connection. I do hope they will keep my brain anchored in the present if Alzheimer's hits me at some stage. But more importantly, I hope that I will draw till the day I die, even if my brain is frazzled!
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