a performance in the bleeding heart tent
the operating theatre
where ghoulish surgeons dance
above veins that open and close
Tomorrow I’m having vascular surgery on my leg. Could you guess? On Tuesday this week when Muse Group met I was aware of an underlying anxiety about this upcoming event, but put it out of my mind with the busy-ness of demonstrating and helping students. There was just a bit a space and a few minutes to do a bit of cutting and pasting on this piece, with nothing in my mind but to decorate and balance shapes and harmonize colors.
I didn’t realize until we did the Free Write part (where we write stream of consciousness about our art pieces) that it had become a rather graphic illustration of my fears. Even the black “hole” on the bottom along with the paper texture was an accurate representation of the ultrasound image I’d seen! The separation of art and life had vanished.
An overactive imagination, one might say. My surgeon is not a ghoul and he will have a state of the art surgery center and I doubt his team will be dancing on my veins! But that story would not make for compelling art.