Mary Ann got up early this morning since she had no supper last evening, other than a couple of snacks during the night. She ate a good breakfast with help, took her pills and ended up back in bed for almost four hours.
She ate a pretty good sized lunch, and we spent a while just sitting with the television on. Actually, I tend to be up and about doing anything I can think of to keep from just watching television. I was back and forth to the computer, outside to check on the birds, got the mail, paid some bills.
Finally I asked Mary Ann if she would be willing to head out for a bit, even if she just sat in the car while I did a couple of things. I had mentioned that I wanted to visit a small but nice art gallery on a local college campus. Our deal was that I would just go in for a short visit, assuming she wanted to stay in the car. That seemed to be her intention.
I had reached the point in the day that I just could no longer tolerate sitting around the house on a warm day, cloudy, but warm enough to be out. Gratefully, she decided she would go into the art museum with me. It took a while to find the handicapped entrance, on the opposite end of the building from the handicapped parking places.
Once inside, there were two major exhibitions that were very interesting. One is called “Stickworks.” It is pretty much indescribable. There are huge sort of huts on the lawn of the museum. People can walk into and through them. They are made from intertwining saplings into surprising shapes and structures.
Inside the museum are photographs of one after another sculptures made with willow branches and saplings, each stretching the imagination more than the last. Even though they are two dimensional photographs, the sculptures seem almost living. That room in the museum left me wondering how someone could even imagine creating such unusual pieces. The link for the artist is http://www.stickwork.net/news.php
The next exhibit made the one I just described seem quite ordinary. It was called “Hybrid Visions” by Ken Butler. An article online from the university described what he does in this way: ”He is internationally recognized as an innovator of experimental musical instruments created from diverse materials including tools, sports equipment and household objects.”
This exhibit has to be seen to be believed. Ken Butler takes everything from the backs of old wooden chairs to a laptop computer and creates musical instruments that, apparently, can be played. This is impossible to describe because no one who has not seen it would have existing in their minds reference points to which to relate the descriptors.
While this has nothing to do with Caregiving other than our getting out of the house, doing something stimulating to keep this Caregiver from going crazy, there is an odd sort of metaphorical implication for framing our existence in terms of the exhibit. If it is possible to piece together found items that appear to have been gathered from dumpsters and front parkings on garbage day, add some guitar/violin/cello strings and make music, maybe we can piece together a life of good quality and make our own sort of music.
I think that interpretation is a little contrived and heavy-handed for something so whimsical as “Hybrid Visions.” Oh well, remember, I spent forty years looking for sermon material wherever I could find it, so that the message of the Scripture readings could become more accessible in contemporary terms. It is an occupational hazard.
Mary Ann has gone to bed and seems to be settled for the moment. We will again hope for a quiet night.
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