Art & Parkinson’s
More artwork and writing on the theme of “Order & Disorder”
Pills
How on earth am I going to keep track of Hal’s pills when he can no longer do so? There are so many. At least 25 that he has to take at 5 different times of day. I imagine myself buried under mountains of pills, hardly able to breathe. I’ll need a pill for breathing! I’ll feel like I’m drowning. Going under. Ahhh, there goes a pill floating by. Maybe I can grab onto it and use it as a life raft. It’ll be raining pills. They’ll be all over the table, on the floor. Maybe I can crush them all up and make a paste to glue us together.
Equipment Graveyard
We have an attic room where we throw all of Hal’s used pieces of equipment—such as old walkers that have been replaced with newer, better models. Sometimes when I’m feeling overwhelmed, I go in there and take photographs and make drawings—getting down on the floor with the mass of metal, tangling directly with the overturned creatures. Somehow it makes me feel better.
Morning Sketches
