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March 20, 2017 in Uncategorized | Tags: art, cancer, creativity, culture, death, disease, drawing, dying, grief, illness, language, life, literature, medical science, medicine, NHS, pain, painting, paper, patient autonomy. patient advocacy, philosophy, poetry | Leave a comment
Through my work I have seen and experienced much that accords with the worthy aims of medicine as a science that begins with preventing, treating and/or curing illness, and, where cure is not possible, end with facilitating what has been called ‘a good death’. I have also seen and experienced things that have given me pause and reason to question. I will continue questioning on behalf of the patient.
October 18, 2016 in Uncategorized | Tags: africa, art, cadaver, creativity, death, dissection, drawing, dying, grief, hospital, language, life, literature, moving, museum, pain, philosophy, poetry, teaching, thoughts, University | Leave a comment
There’s that smell again
Familiar to me now
not the smell of Death so much as of lives once been
Remnants steeped in Thiel fluid
the smell of life deconstructed
A head torn from the vertebrae
Mouth agape as if gulping a final breath
Skin flayed from the mandible
Eyeless sockets that still see me
plead to be once more hidden under the plastic shroud
I am cold
It is cold in here
The remnant of his eyebrow expresses such pathos
Defying recourse to objectivity
to cold death
My drawing begins to change
I pull back the plastic shroud even further
In a week I will be returning to the warmth and the hospitality of Galveston, Texas, once again the guest of the University of Texas Medical Branch Institute of Medical Humanities. I have bought new sandals.
This time, two motivations. I will continue to write on Drawing Women’s Cancer, and I will take up again the kind offer from the Director of Anatomy to observe and draw in the human dissection classes. I mean to work on some drypoint plates – the cadavers lend themselves to inscription through the diamond which I hope will cut into the plate with a delicacy and a ‘tenderness’ that will do justice to the life that once was and the body that is. Spidery tendons and multiple layers of flesh and fat over bone. It is the subjectivity of experience that will occupy my mind and hand this time.
I am also pledged to teach on a Medical Humanities workshop to incoming medical students. I will adapt perhaps the workshop I gave in Glasgow. Here is a quote that I used then from a book that I found in the wonderful second hand bookstore in Glaveston on my last visit; a book that had a powerful impact on me. I used it that day in the city that claims a large part of my life and the lives of my children – who have grown strong and healthy. The quote is about a child who did not, and the suffering she left behind.
‘Senora’, he began, ‘I am sorry’. All at once he seemed to me shorter than he was, scarcely taller than she. There was a place at the crown of his head where the hair had grown thin. His lips were stones. He could hardly move them. The voice was dry, dusty. ‘No-one could have known. Some bad reaction to the medicine for sleeping. It poisoned her. High fever. She did not wake up.’ The last, a whisper.
The woman studied his lips as though she were deaf. He tried, but could not control a twitching at the corner of his mouth. He raised a thumb and forefinger to press something back into his eyes.
‘Muerte,’ the woman announced to herself. Her eyes were human, deadly.
‘Si, muerte’. At that moment he was like someone cast, still alive, as an effigy for his own tomb. He closed his eyes. Nor did he open them until he felt the touch of the woman’s hand on his arm, a touch from which he did not withdraw.
(Selzer, Richard, 1996 (1982), Letters to a Young Doctor, New York:Harvest Brace)
Suffering comes in many forms including the anguish that pervades so many aspects in between life and death. The image here is one I came across again recently. I made it for “sometimes I bleed…” an article I wrote some time ago for the Journal for War and Culture Studies (Volume 4 Issue 1 (01 June 2011), pp. 127-139. It was a piece of ‘academic’ writing that nevertheless interrelated word image and subjectivity in a way that I still aspire towards.