Introductions

 

The Journey Begins

Our journey started when Cannon took my hand.  We were leaving the cafeteria following our  a getting acquainted meeting at the Indianapolis Museum of Art. As we left, he reached out his right hand and took my hand. With his left hand he operated the controls of his mobility chair.

We traveled in the elevator to the second floor and he continued to hold my hand as we cruised by my old friends, he would pause a few seconds in front of each and then was off to the next work of art - the Impressionists and the Post-impressionist, that I had first met as a girl about the same age as Cannon. Renoir, Degas, Cassatt, Monet, Van Gogh, Seurat, Matisse.

I was hoping they would inspire him as much as they had inspired me, for we were setting out on a path of discovery. Cannon was 7 and I was 65 and we were on the brink of an adventure.

It would require a stretching and strengthening of body and brain muscles for both of us. But it would all be coated in laughter and joyfulness. 

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