Art Changes us
I was going to write about another suggestion for coping with AD, and then decided against it. Alzheimer’s is a significant part of my world and my life, but it’s not the only part. I’ve been thinking a lot about my photography and writing (which, admittedly, have helped me cope with Ed’s Alzheimer’s) and the part art plays in our lives, if we’re open to it. I’ve been thinking about the ways in which art can change our world and our way of seeing our surroundings. I’ve been thinking about specific painters and photographers and musicians and the riches they’ve given me—even when their work has disturbed and challenged me. And I’ve been thinking about how grateful I am to have the ability and desire to express myself through photography and writing. I’ve been thinking, too, how I hope that each of us has the good fortune to use whatever creative talents we have to nurture ourselves and the people we love—whether we cook, or garden or dance or weave. And, in indulging our more creative ambitions, we will find new ways to cope with AD—or whatever challenges we’re faced with.