I guess I’m the learner now.
My days of teaching are set aside for awhile, so I’m going to try to notice a few things along this journey that teach me or remind me.
Today’s was quite simple: the presence and importance of art.
For almost two weeks now, I’ve walked these hospital halls, thinking that it is a nice facility. It is clean, inviting, well kept.
I found out yesterday the wing we are in isn’t even two years old yet. They are still putting finishing touches on.
Today, the art came.
Pictures propped, then hung on walls throughout the hospital.
It was interesting being here to see the transformation.
It reminded me of my trip to Chicago a couple of winters ago. Overnight, workers started decorating for the holidays, adding bits of greenery and warm lights and lush decorations to places throughout the city. It was uplifting.
And today I felt the same. Uplifted.
Watercolors and acrylics and oils and photography meet us now at every turn. Literally, every turn. Well placed pieces, beautiful reminders of the value art can have.
Lots of patients walk these long halls.
Lots of families, too. Employees.
I learned today the impact that good art can have. I’ve always preached it, but today I saw it firsthand.
Art has the power to draw us in, to calm us, to remind us that our eyes need to rest from the ordinary or unsettling.
It is a beautiful distraction.