Death and art

It's worrying when you see a Facebook post from someone you thought was dead.

Initially I assumed it must be an old post that had just been picked up by somebody else, the way that happens sometimes, but I checked the dates and it is definitely recent. So this person isn't dead.

I wonder why I thought he was.

Perhaps he thinks I am  . . .

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In prison this morning. A good turnout and everyone was very quiet throughout even though the chaplain went on a bit too long. I lost interest anyway.

Shaking hands on the way out one man withdrew his hand and said, "I've got a really bad skin condition." Then he used his other hand which I tried to shake without holding it and without looking too obvious. I think I failed.

He blamed the prison soap. 

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This morning I spotted a quote attributed wrongly to Banksy: 

Art Should Comfort the Disturbed and Disturb the Comfortable.

(It was Cesar A Cruz, educator and activist, who said it.)

Doris who used* to reside in the corner of the main hall in Zac's certainly disturbed a few people - me included when I'd forget she was there and would suddenly catch a glimpse of her out of the corner of my eye.

She is the work of artist Steve Spicer.

Sean commissioned a variety of different artists to each produce a piece based on one of the Beatitudes (Blessed are the . . . sayings of Jesus.) Doris is Blessed are those who mourn. In her back she has drawers, each holding symbols of things she has lost.

I think Doris fulfils the definition of art given by Dr Cruz.

* Currently all the artwork is in storage because of the damp in the hall.

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Yesterday Husband noticed that the handle on our new French door cast a beautiful reflection.