Watercolor with ink and color pencils by me.
Wetting paper, the whole page or just one place at a time. Picking up as much pigment on your wet brush and touch the wet page.
The most beautiful color bleeds on the spot into tiny feathery fingers. Then another color. All bright and beautiful. New images comes to mind.
A mind sometimes only seeing darkness. A brain deteriorating gradually. But the colors and images of the watercolor paint explodes into new ideas, new energy and happiness.
You still look young, a beautiful painting where no one can see the deterioration and sometimes you feel you have to explain or prove that which you loose sometimes day by day or gradually is unfortunately real. Nobody wants it, but it creeps up to you.
Then comes the tears, the waters over your page, sometimes all in the open… the whole page at once. Sometimes just spots around the corner where no one see.
But then you pick up that brush, dip it in that water, fill it with beauty. Red, purple, yellow, greens. An entire rainbow to brighten up your day. God will never leave you nor forsake you. Beautiful flowers flow out of your brush. Giving yourself and other new hope. We know the end, but we can live the in between in beautiful colors. Find out what your paintbrush is. For those that lost their paintbrushes already, help them. Take their hand and move the beautiful paint around. Ignite each others sparks to momentarily reach the surface.
Take a pen or brush or camera and discover the beautiful and whimsical beauty that will always stay in us. Let us share our beauties with each other and even leave each other encouraging notes.
Art brings your brain and imagination to life. Art can be anything, even gardening. The sky is the limit and sometimes these beauties leaves something for our loved ones to remember us by. Not with sadness, but with the joy that the colors of the rainbow brings.
With love and kindness.
Elmarie (Saro)
My life with dementia and bipolar disorder. 