After…….

This and the last post were written during a sleepless post-surgery night whilst heavily dosed on morphine. They are unedited apart from correcting the horrendous spelling mistakes caused by tiredness combined with a tiny qwerty keyboard…. Beware…..in an effort to be honest and truthful about the whole experience…this might contain too much detail!

I am lying here post surgery at around 4.30am with 91 year old ‘bag o’wind’ * in the next bed and 80 something ‘snoree mcsnorer’** opposite me. Both lovely, sweet ladies and both talk in their sleep.  But fear not, I do not claim to be doing much better myself. If  I was sleeping I am sure I would be farting, talking and snoring with the best of them. I have oxygen mask strapped to my face and a pile of itchy glue covering the area previously inhabited by Wilhamina. My right boob looks like it has been hit by a train with bruising to rival the colours and textures of the most beautiful Turner painting,  I have a lovely drain exiting the wound, a bright blue nipple caused by the dye injected into Wilhamina and lets not forget my delightful ‘free from deoderant’ smell and fancy blue support stockings. Good grief I hope it gets better from here on in.

I am probably not the best ward-mate either in that I am lying here tap-tap-tapping away on my phone keyboard writing this and other things in order to keep myself sane and empty my mind which is full of racing thoughts.  I am committing these  to my notepad so that I have a couple of days of blogs posts and possibly even a short time of blessed sleep. Morphine will cause drowsiness? Not for this loopy mind it doesn’t.

I am also completely baffled by the fact that I was babbling about sewing blue tartan taffeta as I was waking from the anaesthetic………………..

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About gillianleesmith

A lifetime fascination with storytelling, history, fairytales and folklore, has led me to create imagery based on the everyday whirling mind of a person who does not always wish to be rooted in the realistic present. Themes of times gone by and reminiscence are especially evident in my designs and my work often delves into the expression and characterisation of our human nature, which we may hide away and only ever glimpse at when prompted by a reflection of our inner selves. My character sculptures in particular are a nod towards my own imaginations, avid reading and childhood dreams. They are a way of seeking the perfect representation of our character. Each tells an original tale, with a single image that endeavors to embody a whole life story in an uncomplicated way. My most recent work begins to explore ‘dwelling places’, a place where we can truly be content and again the setting that truly represents our character and history. Each material used is carefully chosen to create layers of texture incorporating textiles, paper, paint, hand painted imagery and meticulously detailed hand embroidery. The combinations of varying media help me to create many layers and textures, which are evocative of the memories and history that is integral to my work. Graduating from Edinburgh College of Art in Performance Costume in 2005, I have since been working on my own creations as well as teaching workshops with community groups. More recently, I have been coordinating a project involving reminiscence work with older people. This has been a huge source of inspiration to my latest artwork and themes of memories, dreams and childhood.
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One Response to After…….

  1. sue says:

    hi there, hope you are feelin a wee bit better my dear, sending you lots of love x x x

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