Who: Alyson Tucker (My Mom) – the featured artist
Where: outpatient center of the Southeast Georgia Regional Hospital
What: A video collage to commemorate the artist and interview an admirer
How: Click the video & watch it till the end to see the paintings scroll through.
Need to know: Art is healing art brings therapeutic benefits to those who engage and admire.
Next: Create something today dance sing and express yourself for the healing of your soul and the enrichment of those around you!
I saw Mom’s display a half-dozen times for less than ideal reasons. I was running to and from the pediatrician’s office on the 4th floor (occasionally to the E.R.) to the Pharmacy on ground rinse and repeat – all the while walking the long corridor where all 17 paintings were displayed. There I was a tired mommy briskly walking to acquire yet another prescription laid eyes on these familiar paintings and often felt the onset of tears. I was so moved by the beauty that lay on those canvases. Each scene seemed to jump out and dance before me. It was as though every brushstroke whispered “Everything is gonna be all right” and “this too shall pass.” I was paralyzed with this truth: art brings healing.
I decided to remain as incognito as possible by sitting on a bench facing the paintings and surrounded by large shrubs. I sat and watched – what I saw was priceless. I saw cancer patients elderly ladies with oxygen tanks and moms with sick babies in strollers. I saw eyes light up as they pointed out their favorite pieces. I saw smiles I saw looks of nostalgia. I saw hope and life returning to people’s faces.
I love how artists can create from their pain trials and victories and simultaneously encourages others in their journeys and I’m proud to be able to say that my mother is one of them. So create something today dance sing and express yourself for the healing of your soul and the enrichment of those around you!
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