10 x 12
March 2002
Well, about a month later, she just became too ill for my Grandfather to care for, and it was necessary to place her in a convalecent hospital. It was, as one would expect, a very difficult time for all of us.
Knowing that she would be in a rather drab hospital room, I took that little canvas she gave me, and painted "something" on it with lots of colour that I thought she would like...Just for the shapes and patterns...She had Altzheimer's, and I knew full well she probably wouldn't "understand" any of it....
But, as I saw it, if anyone could make heads or tails of this painting, it would be her.
So, in essence, she gave me the canvas blank, and I gave it back to her "coloured with the patterns of dreams".
Not sure if she liked it, or even knew it was there, but I feel better for having done it.
