Barry got started on this head a la Picasso three weeks ago, and I posted on it immediately thereafter. This is how it started, and how it is now. He is not happy with it. He tried to explain, but I am happy with it. I am happy with the output, but I am happier with the effort. He wants to make some changes to the outline. He tried to explain to me the brushes he would need. Smaller than 1 apparently. And maybe sponge rather than hair. I will have to talk with someone in an art supply shop and get the closest we can manage. I left two more canvases of this size, to see if he can move onto another project. He has one in mind. A head from his mind, not from Pablo's mind.
Have you ever seen him happier than this? I am not sure that I ever have.
Now I agree that there is a consequence of stroke where patients are unable to control their emotions and uncontrolled laughter can ensue. We have seen this a couple of times, and it is disconcerting. However, Margaret accounts for some of this joy on his face, too. I think.
I met Margaret last time. But she did not come with us last time. She did this time. Last time Barry whispered that he thought he had a girl-friend. This time they were affectionate in public. And everyone in the facility is overjoyed. Well the workers at the coalface. I guess they know how these 'romances' start and how they end, and how to salve wounded hearts.
At least we won't have to worry about his absconding. Not until they break up, at any rate ...