Another trek out of Manhattan this time to Queens, far less painful than Brooklyn. I wasn’t sure what I was going to see to be honest – it was one of those events with about 4 partners and you really aren’t quite sure who any of them are. I went thinking I was going to see an event which had some element of work with people with dementia as one of the partners was ESTA (Elders Share the Arts, where I saw the amazing dementia workshop on Wednesday).
But it wasn’t that… it was an end of year (well, 30 week) showing of an arts project for people aged 60+, who had been working with professional artists over that time.
“Who did this work?” I asked. “We did! We’re artists. We are all artists now.”
Each book was a labour of love, the one on the left a cookbook full of her favourite recipes, the one on the right a collection of articles about her hero. With the artists, each was made into a stylish presentation and they were exhibited with such pride, such pride.