This week my Alzheimer's art group collaged winter scenes.
It is a stretch, to move them through three different concepts - black trees, white snow, and collage - in one hour.But the hard work paid off. Each person found something that worked for them and pursued it.
I always line the finished pieces up, and point out how good they look together. Then I remind them that each piece is different, because each person is different.
One woman never says a word. But as she left, she turned to me and held out a last deer.
"Would you please put this in the corner?" She gestured to a painting. I glued the deer down. "Thank you," she beamed.