Yesterday I tackled the blank wall of the gym at Sammy's (custodian's) suggestion; he figured it would encourage residents to work out instead of requesting more sodas. We'll find out if he's right! Since I had just gone jogging the previous day on the running path (Manhattan Waterfront Greenway) not five blocks away, my inspiration was quick coming.
View of mural coming down stairs:
Assuming the men would not want luscious gardens filling their bathroom, I opted for a more creative and masculine option: paint paintings. A combination of abstract and landscape seemed to do the trick.
I've truly felt like a star at HSS; the residents have treated me with more respect and love than I ever could have imagined. A woman yesterday pointed at the waterfall mural, pointed at me, and then blew me kisses. "Beautiful!" Today, a man who looked like a meeker version of God in Bruce Almighty came into the men's bathroom, put his hands over his heart, and said, "I love you!" Wow. I am so touched! People didn't seem to want me to go. "When are you coming back?" "I'm done today." "Oh, so you come back tomorrow?" "No...." "Next week?"
Well, not next week, but I will be coming back! Not to paint, but to teach painting to the seniors so they can fill the other blank walls of the center! I can't wait to see what they come up with and bond with them a little more.