Pushing – On.
The struggle of living with Parkinson’s Disease. I needed to depict a figure pushing against unseen forces that entangle and distract, forces that seem to anchor my feet. I pull against them, pushing forward towards the crossing. If I am bold enough to stand at the kerb, traffic will stop, then the pressure will be on for me to perform by walking without shuffling or freezing and make it safely to the other side.
Charcoal and white chalk on paper.
My observations of the serious expression that many of us with Parkinson’s Disease live with. Followed by a few written thoughts of daily frustrations.
As I stuggle to sign my name – Tell them,
Misunderstood as I mumble and slur – Tell them,
When I stumble in street the – Tell them again.
Tell them No, He’s not been drinking.
Tell them, Dave’s got Parkinson’s.
Figurative Abstract (untitled 1). Acrylic on canvas, 50cm. x 70cm.
Using spontaneous and intuitave responses to personal emotions, this painting again references Parkinson’s. My use of vivid colours is a rebellious statement that rails against what could easily be a depressive disease. The tottering figure, mimics the unstable walk and freezing of gait, that makes venturing out alone a precarious business for many.
‘Its a dangerous business, Frodo, going out of your door.” “You step into the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there is no telling where you might be swept off to.” (Bilbo Baggins – The Fellowship of the Ring.)
Keep smiling, Cheers, Dave.
“The Writing is on the Wall” – acrylic, ink on paper. 50cm. x 70cm.
In this chaotic painting my prime intent was to include text, I am not sure why. Maybe it is out of concern about my worsening handwriting, or more likely because I am now able to include text with a certain authority. Words that mattered little to me a year ago have now assumed gravitas, they form part of the Parkinson’s story, which is now also my story, and so they belong.
Words, like dopamine, bradykinesia and leva-dopa, can be spelt out amongst the more established symbols, taking their place in a personal abstract vacabulary that forms the image. Without enough Dopamine, brain cells that control movement die, the ability to control movement is drastically reduced, – “welcome to Parkinson’s disease, Davie”.
Text was spontaneously scrawled across the surface with twigs dipped in various inks, I thought these final words to be a fitting title. For no matter what – Parkinson’s is a degenerative condition, “the writing is on the wall”, and inevitably, there can be only one victor.