A young man, who I have basically known from the day he was born asked me to paint his mask,… his radiation mask that he wore during his radiation treatments to attack and destroy a cancer I can’t even pronounce.
This strange sterile looking object arrived in the mail, and I didn’t know where to start. Like so many who have had treatments during this time of the pandemic, it has adds an extra layer of difficulty, and the days of someone being there, and holding your hand is out the window.
I had to imagine where my own mind would need to go, while being anchored to a table for several minutes day after day, after day.
Personally I would want to envision color, light, a garden, words of encouragement, and so on.
That is what inspired “The Place the Mind Must Go”.
Healing and Peace for Joe.