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87, 88, 89, and 90

September 25, 2012 / / 14 Comments

She knows what day of the week it is by what she has for breakfast, our Nancy. She’s a womanchild who likes her structure, that’s for sure. Nancy has always been quick to write her name on magazines (hers and anybody else’s) and when we take her shopping, she goes immediately to her room, puts all her new goodies up where they belong, then takes any new clothes back to the office where someone will sew her name tag inside each article of clothing before putting it in her closet. Though the drawing is new, Nancy has always liked to leave her mark on magazines, puzzle boxes, books, and such. Probably not surprising for one who owns so little and lives in a fishbowl. I stitched the entire drive to Savannah today. Thank goodness for flat, straight roads for a change. Since she wrote her name on three consecutive pages, I thought I’d put them together so you could see the differences and similarities. And though it’s not a signature, I included drawing #90 because I see a progression from #87 to #90. Do you?

The drawings:

#87:

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#88:

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#89:

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#90:

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The stitchings:

#87:

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(Don’t ask me how, but #87 managed to escape my grasp and elude the dreaded group photo.)

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Top to bottom are #88, #89, #90 shown here in the wall at The Cotton Exchange,
one of our two favorite places to eat in Savannah, GA.
(Our other favorite is The Olde Pink House.)

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Left to right: #88, #89, and #90 shown here on the cobblestone street near the river in Savannah. According to my husband (who’s very smart about such things to do with bridges and ships and such), ships came to Savannah with little or no cargo, so stones were used as ballasts to give the ship more stability. Once in Savannah, the ships were loaded with cotton (or whatever), and the stones, no longer needed, were tossed ashore, eventually becoming the cobblestone streets that are quite fetching to gaze upon and quite treacherous to walk upon.

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Just signed Nancy and me up to do another collaborative creative project: Sketchbook 2013.

And did you see us here? Thank you, Teresa, for your constant and enthusiastic support.

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She is my developmentally disabled sister-in-law, Nancy,
and I am Jeanne, the woman who flat-out loves her.
Go here to start at the beginning and read your way current.
And there’s a pinterest board, too.

86

September 24, 2012 / / 22 Comments

The drawing:


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The stitching:


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Our art teachers gave us the rules:
Grass is green,
skies are blue.
Why do we listen?
How can anybody else
know what color your grass is?

~ Pam Grout ~
via my friend, Karen Caterson

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More Envoy packets are winging their way across the country,
and some are winging their way back!
There’s still time if you’d like to get involved.

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She is my developmentally disabled sister-in-law, Nancy,
and I am Jeanne, the woman who flat-out loves her.
Go here to start at the beginning and read your way current.
And there’s a pinterest board, too.

85 (plus)

September 23, 2012 / / 0 Comments

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I may have missed the actual calendar day (Friday, 9/21), but the way I see it: it’s never too late to fly flags for peace. I know there’s peace around the dinner table, and I know there’s peace as in countries around the world minding their own business, tending to their own backyard, and playing nice with each other. And I know there’s peace as in around the water cooler, but today I think about peace through the lens of Nancy. For Nancy and others like her who simply have a different way of being in the world . . .

I wish them
understanding instead of scorn
and acceptance instead of ridicule

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I wish them
care instead of abuse
and tenderness instead of harm.

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I wish them
to be seen and not overlooked,
to be respected and not dismissed.

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I wish them
ample opportunities for expression
and the materials to be creative.

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My biggest wish is not for all the Nancys in the world to be more like us,
you see,
but for us to be more like them.

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Then, it seems to me,
we would know peace.


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She draws:

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Then I stitch:

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And that’s how we do it.

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She is my developmentally disabled sister-in-law, Nancy,
and I am Jeanne, the woman who flat-out loves her.
Go here to start at the beginning and read your way current.
And there’s a pinterest board, too.

84

September 22, 2012 / / 0 Comments

lines stitched:

(the fabric is white,
it just looks blue
because of the time of day
i finished stitching.)
(it does kinda’ match my mood, though.)

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things line up.
sometimes clearly,
sometimes chaotically.
sometimes they line up just the way we wanted them to,
sometimes they line up in ways we could not have foreseen,
even in our wildest imagination.
sometimes they line up all nice and neat,
sometimes you have to put on your best creativity hat
and squint your eyes
to see that they line up at all.

sometimes a line is straight
sometimes a line is curved.

sometimes a line goes straight from point a to point b
sometimes a line loops back and forth all over itself
but still arrives somewhere.

sometimes a line is a letter
sometimes a line is a number.

sometimes a line is an object,
sometimes a line is a feeling.

sometimes the shortest distance between two points
is not, in fact, a straight line.

keep the lines open.
tow the line.
draw the line.
hold the line.

sometimes a line moves,
sometimes a line stays in one place for so long,
it becomes wallpaper.

sometimes a line tells a story,
sometimes a line show the way.

sometimes the line screams STOP
and trips you up if you don’t heed.

sometimes a line marks the sweet spot,
the finish line,
sometimes a line of demarkation warns us
to stay the hell away.

and that’s just the way it is,
as far as i can tell.

lines drawn:

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She is my developmentally disabled sister-in-law, Nancy,
and I am Jeanne, the woman who flat-out loves her.
Go here to start at the beginning and read your way current.
And there’s a pinterest board, too.

83

September 21, 2012 / / 0 Comments

Today is the first drawing in the second journal Nancy drew in on Saturday. With a total of 167 drawings, I’m counting today as the halfway mark.

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As often happens, I see one thing when I look at the drawing (usually awe), something else as I stitch (usually a feeling), then I spy a third thing (usually something that tickles me) when I snap the photo of the stitched version. As I stitched this drawing, I was struck at how it resembles my life right now. I tell you what: my house is in such a state of disarray (and that may or may not be a metaphor). Then as I looked through the lens of the camera, I saw a face. Complete with wrinkles cause having spent today at the cardiologists’ office, taking our daughter to lunch, fetching the dog some antibiotics, then trekking back up the mountain, I am too tired to starch – even lightly starch – and iron.

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(Hubs is fine, by the way. Goes back in a year. Though we’d rather have two years or even a year and a half, we’ll take a year. So glad we’re not yet old enough to take pride in our health being of serious enough consequence to require doctor’s appointments closer together on the calendar. Waiting rooms have not yet become the stage for our social lives.)

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She is my developmentally disabled sister-in-law, Nancy,
and I am Jeanne, the woman who flat-out loves her.
Go here to start at the beginning and read your way current.
And there’s a pinterest board, too.

82

September 20, 2012 / / 0 Comments

It is perhaps possible to say that what verbal concepts are to the conscious life of the intellect what internal objects are to the unconscious life of instinct and phantasy, so works of art are to the conscious life of feeling without them life would be only blindly lived, blindly endured. (159)

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Psychic creativeness is the capacity for making a symbol. Creativeness in the arts is making a symbol for feeling and creativeness in science is making a symbol for knowing. (148)

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This effect of vitality will be enhanced if the symbol states no more than the essential features, if it states them clearly, and if it states them swiftly, for the very swiftness of the execution will convey a sense of power and liveliness to the spectator. (44)

Quotes from On Not Being Able to Paint by Joanna Field

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She is my developmentally disabled sister-in-law, Nancy,
and I am Jeanne, the woman who flat-out loves her.
Go here to start at the beginning and read your way current.
And there’s a pinterest board, too.

81

September 19, 2012 / / 3 Comments

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Art does not lie down on the bed
that was made for it;
it runs away as soon
as one says its name;
it loves to be incognito.
Its best moments
are when it forgets
what it is called.
~ Jean Dubuffet ~

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She is my developmentally disabled sister-in-law, Nancy,
and I am Jeanne, the woman who flat-out loves her.
Go here to start at the beginning and read your way current.
And there’s a pinterest board, too.

80

September 18, 2012 / / 8 Comments

She draws:

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Then I stitch:

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One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.
~ Jack Kerouac ~

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She is my developmentally disabled sister-in-law, Nancy,
and I am Jeanne, the woman who flat-out loves her.
Go here to start at the beginning and read your way current.
And there’s a pinterest board, too.

79

September 17, 2012 / / 0 Comments

She’s drawing, and I’m stitching in her wake:

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Photographed with a painting my daughter did.

Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.
~ Mary Oliver ~

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She is my developmentally disabled sister-in-law, Nancy,
and I am Jeanne, the woman who flat-out loves her.
Go here to start at the beginning and read your way current.
And there’s a pinterest board, too.

78

September 16, 2012 / / 0 Comments

Nothing restores my soul
like the Blue Ridge Parkway.

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We took ourselves to the Folk Art Center
on the Blue Ridge Parkway today.
to Heritage Days
where all sorts of artists
demonstrated how they create.
Tatters tatted,
weavers wove,
carvers carved
sheep were shorn, and
border collies herded.
Among other things.
There was food
and music
and lots and lots
and lots of eye candy.

There was a time when Nancy
was a veritable chatterbox,
getting quiet only when
we took her to ride
and turned on the radio.

She doesn’t talk nearly as much
these days,
speaking only when
there’s something she
really –
and I mean REALLY –
wants to say.

I wish more people were like Nancy.

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She is my developmentally disabled sister-in-law, Nancy,
and I am Jeanne, the woman who flat-out loves her.
Go here to start at the beginning and read your way current.
And there’s a pinterest board, too.

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