Sunday, September 08, 2013

Studio Practice with Grieving

Four weeks ago today, my father broached the idea of hospice. After six weeks of hospitalization (in the latest round), major neurosurgery, and rehabilitation therapy with poor pain control on top of three time per week dialysis, he just wanted to stop. I suddenly shifted from searching for a skilled nursing facility to trying to get him back to his home on short notice. Amongst the scramble to find a hospice agency, to get full time care set up at home with staff and equipment, to get him transferred safely amongst the many discharge blunders, my studio time evaporated.


Hardly a week after he first persistently pursued the subject of being finished with this life, he was gone. Once the restraint on medication was lifted, the release of pain let the exhaustion overtake him and he mostly slept for those last four days, with only a couple of arousals to visit with his grandsons. After his quick passing, the overly full days were achingly empty. Understanding and supporting his decision didn't ease the grief. Dealing with the paperwork and property didn't sooth the pain. The solace of the studio beckoned, but I couldn't really get any energy to actually do anything more than wander around.

Deadlines loomed, so eventually I started small. I sat at my metal clay bench with an audiobook and methodically cut and rolled and flattened tiny leaves. Then I branched out for a few flowers. Finally I attempted something new: owls and a hummer and a fairy wren for a commission piece. Not my finest work, but a start. Last week was better. Less crying, more working. Pieces shipped out to a show. Work from a new caster tested. The article in process actually reread. And finally, I determined to actually make something start to finish...




8 comments:

  1. Vickie, unfortunately, there are no shortcuts through grief. I'm glad you have this beautiful outlet so that you can experience the process and let it go in its own time. Your work is lovely!

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  2. Thank you for sharing this part of your journey. I was my mother's caretaker during her battle with pancreatic cancer. She also chose home hospice care - which fell mostly on my shoulders. It has taken quite a while for me to be consistently productive in my studio space due to all the changes. It comes, slowly, but it does come back. Go with the flow and channel your grief into productivity. You will come through. Time helps.

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  3. Thinking of you, Vickie. <3

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  4. Thinking of you, Vickie. Loss sucks. No other way to say it. I'm sorry you have to experience it, and am sending good vibes.

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  5. Oh Vickie I am sorry. I'm thinking of you.

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  6. Thank you to every wonderful soul who has been so supportive in my time of need.

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  7. I'm sorry to hear of your loss. I lost my father after a very short "known" bout with cancer on September 29...truly understand the doing things and not feeling...your creations are so beautiful and I'm glad you made it back to your studio... Peace to you

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  8. When my dad died I was truly a tense wreck and I wasn't nearly as close to him as you were to your father. You have my greatest sympathy and I know from experience that you'll get through this and the love will remain as a constant reminder, your love and his love.

    Catherine

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