My dear friend, a talented artist living with MS is traveling to Mexico to use her own stem cells to fight MS. She left today on her journey...
Hear her message of hope:
"Hi friends I will be turning on my "Away Message" very soon, I will be heading to Mexico for My Adult Stem Cell Transplant where I will use MY OWN STEM CELLS to fight my MS. I hope to return filled with new very much needed strength to continue my battle with MS. I will also be able to continue my fight to allow the use of Adult Stem Cell Transplant's in the USA NOW ! Everyone suffering with an incurable illness or disease knows that we can not wait a DECADE to be able to have an Adult Stem Cell Transplant or any Stem Cell Transplant ! Stem Cells are our HOPE for our future and possibly leading to a cure. How will we ever know if we are not given the chance to practice this in the greatest nation on earth and we are forced to leave our homeland (that I love) and seek treatments in another country. I chose Mexico. If you would like to learn more about Stem Cells please visit nicolenaninaart. My two part Stem Cell Story will be featured in the NJ Herald Newspaper you can pick up a copy at your local store or read it on-line .My story will begin this Sunday June 28th and finish upon my return. My hope is to return with the best of news ,more Hope for us all to share. I can't possibly explain how excited and blessed I have been to have this opportunity. Until my return please stay strong and please stay well, thanks for all of your love and support, NN "All We Need Is Love" SUPPORT THE USE OF ADULT STEM CELLS NOW!!"
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Art to Shirt
Art to Shirt, proceeds go to the NMMS. Included in the collection is my donation of "Brain Bouquet".
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
The Creative Will, The 1993-1994 Project Rembrandt exhibition
The 31 exhibiting artists share a common bond -- all are professional artists, all have MS, and all are determined to call public attention to the fact that disability is not a synonym for inability.
The 31 exhibiting artists share a common bond -- all are professional artists, all have MS, and all are determined to call public attention to the fact that disability is not a synonym for inability.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
This is not a blog in the usual sense. I'm somewhat ambivalent about writing my everyday thoughts for the world to see. I have nothing profound to say only my strange random thoughts that come to me at the oddest moments.
In a recent gallery visit I saw a work by Dan and Vince titled, "16 Sept. clog" the artist statement read: "a few years ago, a friend of ours ("Ned") got hooked on the idea of self-publishing through blogs, but he quickly grew to hate the impermance of the web. He now records his blog on clay tablets-hence he creates "clogs," or "clay blogs."
It made my day..."20 Jan."
In a recent gallery visit I saw a work by Dan and Vince titled, "16 Sept. clog" the artist statement read: "a few years ago, a friend of ours ("Ned") got hooked on the idea of self-publishing through blogs, but he quickly grew to hate the impermance of the web. He now records his blog on clay tablets-hence he creates "clogs," or "clay blogs."
It made my day..."20 Jan."
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Art and spirit
by Joanne Dickson
"It is the sincerity of my effort
that is important." says Joanne Dickson
Joanne Dickson meditates
on how thinking like an artist
continues to support her, even
though MS has made it impossible
for her to paint or draw.
I have always been visually
minded. My first memory of
drawing was at age three. I drew
on napkins, paper bags, anything I could get my
hands or my Crayolas on. Books of family trips
were liberally illustrated with my experiences. As a
child I would rather draw than play with dolls or
other toys. I was encouraged by my mother and by
teachers. In graduate school (Art History) we were
told, “The map is not the territory.” There is no
way to recreate an internal experience by attempting
to draw what we see.
My life was transformed first by societal woulds
and shoulds, and then by something far more insidious.
MS has now numbed the fingers on my right
hand and I can no longer paint
or draw. Doing art is a lifelong
practice, but I have chosen not to
avail myself of advice to paint in a
different way. It is my feeling that
if I could paint in a different way I
would be a different person. This
is true for me; many have made
different choices.
When I was a kid I would go to
the beach and paint. I would paint
Long Island Sound, or rather my
feelings about the Sound, the sand,
the gently lapping waves, the smell
of salt water and seaweed. Inevitably
a stranger would stop and look
at the canvas and say: “You forgot
to put the bird in.” What did the
stranger know of my experience?
The map is not the territory!
However, we like maps. They
help us get from one place to
another. We fear getting lost.
Maps are comfortable and they
help us feel safe, but the map
conveys little about our inner
experience.
continue article
by Joanne Dickson
"It is the sincerity of my effort
that is important." says Joanne Dickson
Joanne Dickson meditates
on how thinking like an artist
continues to support her, even
though MS has made it impossible
for her to paint or draw.
I have always been visually
minded. My first memory of
drawing was at age three. I drew
on napkins, paper bags, anything I could get my
hands or my Crayolas on. Books of family trips
were liberally illustrated with my experiences. As a
child I would rather draw than play with dolls or
other toys. I was encouraged by my mother and by
teachers. In graduate school (Art History) we were
told, “The map is not the territory.” There is no
way to recreate an internal experience by attempting
to draw what we see.
My life was transformed first by societal woulds
and shoulds, and then by something far more insidious.
MS has now numbed the fingers on my right
hand and I can no longer paint
or draw. Doing art is a lifelong
practice, but I have chosen not to
avail myself of advice to paint in a
different way. It is my feeling that
if I could paint in a different way I
would be a different person. This
is true for me; many have made
different choices.
When I was a kid I would go to
the beach and paint. I would paint
Long Island Sound, or rather my
feelings about the Sound, the sand,
the gently lapping waves, the smell
of salt water and seaweed. Inevitably
a stranger would stop and look
at the canvas and say: “You forgot
to put the bird in.” What did the
stranger know of my experience?
The map is not the territory!
However, we like maps. They
help us get from one place to
another. We fear getting lost.
Maps are comfortable and they
help us feel safe, but the map
conveys little about our inner
experience.
continue article
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