This old girl, IS, what they say, a genius. I went to the Exhibition thinking I would like the dot paintings without a doubt. While they were good and Id love to have every single one in my lounge room, it was the wavy line pictures (Yams) that I got the most out of. They did my head in. I felt like I was falling into them. They are huge. The most intimate thing tho, was looking at her work in the weeks before her death which showed the fading of colour and detail until the last painting was almost cream on white with very little detail. I bawled and began to love her at that point.
On another issue I saw my doctor in the fruit store while buying a Mango. She asked me when was I coming to see her.... I smiled - shes been so fantastic to me. Gave me her mobile phone when I first arrived here, to call if I couldnt get out of bed. Thats when the Arthritis was bad. She wanted to know about how I was coping with the Dyslexia dramas. She asked me to come soon so we can talk. How lucky am I? Im not just another "Case" to her. Im blessed.
On another issue I saw my doctor in the fruit store while buying a Mango. She asked me when was I coming to see her.... I smiled - shes been so fantastic to me. Gave me her mobile phone when I first arrived here, to call if I couldnt get out of bed. Thats when the Arthritis was bad. She wanted to know about how I was coping with the Dyslexia dramas. She asked me to come soon so we can talk. How lucky am I? Im not just another "Case" to her. Im blessed.
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