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The Art Of Caring: Nursing And Drawing

5 May
Three postcards for the Art Of Caring exhibition

Three postcards for the Art Of Caring exhibition

I have three drawings in The Art Of Caring exhibition coming up in Surrey soon. I submitted three sketches that I’d done while visiting elder relatives in hospital and they’ve been reproduced as postcards for the show. All in all there are 251 artworks from 133 artists from all around the world on the theme of ‘Care and Caring’, celebrating International Nurse’s Day .

The Private View is next Tuesday 12th May from 4-6pm and the show runs daily, 10am to 6pm until May the 16th at the Rose Theatre, 24-26 High Street, Kingston upon Thames, Surrey KT1 1HL.

I have a relative who is a nurse. She works long hours in a frequently dangerous job in a service that is constantly being messed around with by idiot politicians. Sometimes things go wrong with the National Health Service and it’s right to highlight these situations and challenge bad practice, but on the whole, we have an excellent health service that many people around the world would love to have and we shouldn’t be complacent about it.

The Waiting Room

22 Jan

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Went with a loved one to the local hospital for x-rays and took the opportunity to have a scribble while I waited. It’s very selfish but hospital waiting rooms are good places for sketching as people are often very preoccupied and don’t notice you.

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This elderly man was dressed for the winter and kept his fabulous fake fur hat firmly on his head for the duration. I used Faber Castell Pitt drawing pens, sizes S and F into my A5 Tate Gallery sketchbook. We weren’t there long. The NHS at its best is fantastic.

Phlebotomy

14 Oct

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Another hospital visit today, this time taking a relative to the phlebotomy department for blood tests. That’s three relatives in hospital for some reason over the past 2 weeks. Thank goodness for the NHS. This is free apart from the costs of getting there. Of course, we pay through our taxes and national insurance, but it’s when things like this happen that you realise how lucky we are. I had a quick scribble in the waiting room, drawing into my little spotty A6 sketchbook with Faber Castell Pitt drawing pens, sizes S, F and B and a graphite pencil (B).

Defending The NHS

6 Oct

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I’ve been back and forth to the local hospital this past week or so; two relatives have needed emergency treatment and medical investigation. There are problems with the NHS and when things go wrong they should be exposed and put right, but on the whole, we’re so privileged to have it and I feel strongly that we have to defend it. My relatives have had excellent care and attention and it hasn’t cost a penny. They’ve had very expensive procedures and have been treated with kindness, dignity and expertise. The prognosis is good.

Here’s a drawing I did this morning in one of the outpatient waiting rooms. It’s drawn across two pages of my tiny spotty sketchbook, size A6, with a Faber Castell Pitt drawing pen, size S. Back to the hospital again tomorrow, I’ll try and do another sketch there. It’s interesting to draw a figure in an unfamiliar place.

Lady In Waiting Room

4 Dec

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I did this drawing recently when I accompanied a relative to hospital. They’re not the most cheery of places but they’re very interesting for an artist, with a massive cross section of people who are usually too absorbed in other things to notice the scribbler in the corner.

This lady was quite exhausted and dozed in her chair. The nurses and doctors were lovely. It was incredibly busy but they were cheerful, professional and did their best to see everyone as quickly as possible. Sometimes things go wrong in the NHS and we have to be vigilant and not be afraid to complain when they do, but mostly they seem to get it right and we’re lucky to have a service like this available to everyone, regardless of their ability to pay.

Last Visit Last Page

31 Dec

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I haven’t blogged for a few days. My dear Dadinlaw died earlier this week and I haven’t had the heart to do anything much. I had my sketchbook on me on my last visit to the hospital and found some consolation sketching through the window. I wondered why hospitals always seem to have a large chimney. At the top of the hill in the distance is the local psychiatric hospital, also with a large chimney. My final visit to the hospital coincided with the last page in my purple silk recycled sari sketchbook. It’s packed with scribbles from hospital visits; we lost so many people we loved over this past year.

Dadinlaw died peacefully after a long illness and the nursing and medical staff caring for him were so kind to him and our family and treated him with gentleness and dignity. Sometimes things go wrong in the NHS and we shouldn’t shirk from complaining and making sure that problems are confronted, but when things work as they should, and mostly they do, the care is exemplary and we should be proud of what Dadinlaw’s generation set up, for it was they who created the NHS, pensions, free education, all the things we take for granted. They grew up in the poverty of the Great Depression in the 19320’s and ’30’s and made sure that their children and grandchildren didn’t suffer as they did.

And now we’re in danger of losing their marvellous vision through the idiocy of ignorant, overpriviledged politicians who have no idea of the reality of poverty nor the moral compass to want to do something about it. We can’t afford to be complacent; we owe it to the generation that is now dying out to keep their legacy alive.

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