Sunday, February 6, 2011

"Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there." —Ray Bradbury 
LIFE.  About a year ago a friend of mine was diagnosed with that dreaded disease called Alzheimer's. Although she is on meds, I have watched as her memory and cognitive abilities decline.  There is a certain sense of grief that comes from watching this very smart woman lose her short term memory, her conversation skills, her personality. My reaction is to want to paint more and more to leave something of me behind when I myself am gone—something to remind people of who I was.