Tell Us: What’s Your Art Exhibit?

Renoir__On_the_TerraceDuring Sunday’s night chat on Twitter, we focused on creativity during caregiving. We shared about our creative outlets and how help during a stressful situation. I loved our discussion, which reminded us that creating can be a coping strategy.

I asked a question during the end of our chat that I loved (if I do say so myself). So, I’m going to ask you the same question:

We’re in a museum and come across your art exhibit. What do we see that you created?

In our comments section below, please tell us about the art you’ve created which now resides in a museum. We use an expansive definition of art, which means you get to decide how to define art. If it’s art to you, it’s art to us.

I look forward to hearing about your art that we visit in a museum.

(Editor’s Note: Our next chat on Twitter will take place on Feb. 9 at 8 p.m. ET. We’d love you to join us; it’s an informal way to connect with others who care for a family member or friend. To join in the conversation, follow our hashtag: #carechat.)

4 thoughts on “Tell Us: What’s Your Art Exhibit?

  1. Avatar of RichardRichard

    In my museum of art you would find chalk drawings, pencil sketches and black & white photographs and any and all art produced by disabled and handicapp persons with a portion of the proceeds going to various causes, such as the Epilpsy Foundation, a Heart and Lung Foundation and those suggested by the artists. The recipient organizations would change however so often.

  2. Gail Kroll

    Hi! In my Museum of art I would put my modern acrylic paintings, my magazine cutouts of collages, and also my colored pencil drawings which are personal to Mom and me. Right now they are all on the walls hanging in our den where Mom and I sit most of the day. HHmm! What a wonderful idea, @denise! Love it and how fun!

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  3. Avatar of PegiPegi

    Years ago, in high school art I had to do calligrapy of a quote. For mine I picked “Life is a picture, paint it well”. My exhibit has no paintings. It is my life since I became a full time caregiver. The early days of fear and hovering over my husband and his every move. The angst of keeping him safe, while we both adjusted to a wheelchair now his legs. The never ending battles with my nemisis the wheelchair. As we stroll through the gallery, we see a routine beginnig. Confidence in our outings. Winning the battles with the chair. Soon we come upon one hospitization after another. One more disease, one more medical issue. Oddly, it does not get darker here. This last section of my gallery is where we see what we’ve learned. Facing fears. Speaking up, and demanding to be heard when necessary. A gentleness and patience that was not there before; a softer, more pastel version of me. And lastly, the brightest of all is the hope, the love, the plans we will still make for the future. I’m painting my picture of life with bright, vibrant lasting colors; memories to last a lifetime.

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