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Is currently moving house, i was on blogspot but the nuclear families and babies and pets pages were stifling and i wanted out, or perhaps they had exiled me.
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Self Portraits of a Declining Brain
William Utermohlen is latest artist to be honored at the GV Art Gallery in London, with an event that has an emotional purpose that is near and dear to the hearts of many. Utermohlen spent the last twelve years of his life battling Alzheimer’s, a degenerative neurological disease that slowly took away his ability to do what he was most passionate about: his art.
At the event, his widow spoke to the many supporters, saying “He died in 2007, but really he was dead long before that. Bill died in 2000, when the disease meant he was no longer able to draw.”
This exhibit is known as William Utermohlen: Artistic decline through Alzheimer’s, as it explores the relationship between Utermohlen’s artwork and the progression and struggle with the disease.
Looking at his pieces as his disease progressed, a clear change is visible. As he slowly lost control over his movements, his composition and techniques changed as he was forced to abandon oils for easier-to-use watercolours and pencils. One thing that did not change throughout time, however, was the sheer mastery and vision displayed by has passion for the content of his pieces.
His paintings display a rarely seen insight into a mind effected by Alzheimer’s, as his struggle and frustration are imminent. Also changed by the progression of time and the disease were his subjects. He began to focus on self portraits and looming dark doorways in the backgrounds
His widow commented that, “it was as if he knew he was going to a very dark place and he knew he couldn’t do anything about it. By the end he couldn’t even recognise his own paintings… that was the saddest thing”.
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This island shack was built for men lost at sea. It’s stocked with enough water and crackers to survive until found. Vlieland Island, Netherlands. Submitted by Marieke Kijk in de Vegte.
first from their window i saw a dragons head, staring me down as i drove behind, and then along the side of
a minibusload of teenage boys, all in red tshirts with a dragon insignia on the sleeves, with their chubby cheeks pressed up against the windows as they slept.
their driver looking content, well he had no expression, just driving really. but i like to think he was.
