This gorgeous Van Gogh drawing of Etten is worth sharing as is the news that I no longer have a big black fiberglass cast around my left ankle. The first bit (that cold, empty, moving, rythmic drawing from 1881) is much more full of meaning than the plastic thing around my foot but both are connected in my head as revelations of freedom...The freedom to depict a place as it was and felt and the freedom to hobble around a little easier.
My kind doctor took my cast off and gave me an aircast instead so that even though I'm not 100% and I have to keep on my crutches and keep careful, at least I can shower.
It will come in handy because I've just developed a cooking fascination spurred on by the gift of the 75th edition of the Joy of Cooking and my discovery of this blog and this book (based on this project) and now with this blog. I can wobble around the kitchen a little easier, now. Thank you Dr!
Rachael