|Page from "Vacation on the Moon"|
The "therapy" part worries me, though. I've spent much of my career cautioning folks about engaging in therapy publicly. Beware, I tell the neophyte public speaker, of going places with an audience you are not ready to go -- they are not paid to listen and be kind. To the experienced performer recently enamored of confessional narrative and the chance to air personal pain, I remind: there has to be something more to your story than just what concerns you; it needs to reach a broader audience and speak to some level of shared experience. Even if therapy is not a "scare word," we should at least remember that, for it to work, all parties involved should be aware they are entering a therapeutic context and consent to the "treatment" -- we record this wisdom with impressive concepts like "norm of reciprocity" and "expectancy violation."
|"Light," a one page comic.|
|"Crepuscular Avuncular," some recent digital art.|
A little over a year later and those pages seem even more prescient. My mother is now diagnosed not with Alzheimer's but with vascular dementia. She now lives in an independent living facility with in-home care, though getting her there was no easy task. The dementia and its complications came on her with a vengeance in late fall, and the holiday season required a difficult family intervention. So much of the conversation in the family was retrospective sense-making, looking back for signs and wondering if we could or should have intervened sooner. I look back at "Vacation on the Moon" and see in it the pre-tremors of a major quake, full of harbingers and warnings.
|"Klexmur, Alien Reporter," a weekly comic originally |
published at the now defunct Black Magpie Theory.
|Recent "Self Portrait"|
Let me know if they do.