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A Happy Accident

I love this painting.  A bouquet of Siberian irises was on the table to serve as the subject for last week’s class when a jar of blue paint overturned and spilled over Mom’s area.  Instead of getting new paper, she began to spread the blue around, creating, to my mind, a tree with a yellow bird perched on the upper bough…and maybe a tasty cricket below.   When I praised it, she was typically unimpressed.  “I guess,” she said.   Don’t we all…

By the way, there is an extraordinary article about dementia in this week’s New Yorker.  It’s really worth reading.  http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2013/05/20/130520fa_fact_mead

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