February 01,2020

                                          Excerpt from
                                 STONE AND CANVAS©️
                                            Written by
                         Nana Cook and Charlotte Madison
                                        Copyright 2019


              #31   Rozinante©


 During my wheelchair days a very strange phenomenon occurred. Once my drivers had gingerly settled me into my chair, Rozinante, they lifted the leg supports and cautiously placed my upper legs upon them, allowing my lower legs and feet swathed in great white bandages to be safely suspended in air. At that point I was rolled about and bumped into every obstacle in sight — and these were people who loved me!

            Shirley had often said in reference to G.B.’s driving, “He’s hit everything in town but people!” When G.B. took control of my wheelchair I expected the worst from him, and I was never disappointed.

            Each day, for the long snowy drive to the hospital, I left home bundled into my warm fluffy ivory coat and its soft generous hood, holding a stainless steel bowl in my bandaged hands. Cowardice, exertion and medication gave me a false sense of nausea. Just in case — when away from home I always carried the round metal bowl

            Nana, Morgan and I were met by staff that carefully extracted me from the back seat of the car and placed me in their wheelchair. I immediately pushed back my hood, and then not unlike my heroic knight-errant, astride my bony steed, I placed the bowl atop my head and with a momentary rush of courage, rode into battle against doctors, nurses and one particularly demonic, pregnant physiotherapist — only to escape later, exhausted — as were my protagonists.

            I loved to ride in Rozinante my treasured wheelchair, and knowing the situation was temporary, I made the most of every jaunt. Two and one half months after I was blown up, Nana decided, I was malingering and it was time to walk.  However she had to lock Rozinante in the car trunk in order to set me afoot once more.


Posted by Charlotte Madison at 01:27
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For over forty years, painting related totally to the American Southwest. It was people of the dry hot desert, solid mesas, cacti, stone and canyons that made my heart leap.

When I realized I would never see the desert again, I began a search for something to paint. Nana suggested, B.C, vineyards and took me to Penticton where I did one painting. Nana and Gary then began to take me on Mystery tours of the island and always included a vineyard. But they all were so green! So many leaves so many trees - I don't do trees and I rarely use green - dont really like looking at green, but I got started on a duty series not an inspired series.

I guess it was July or early August when we were driving home from a winery visit. I was grousing about painting the Festive Flying Grape series when Gary said "Start another series, you can work on more than one at a time."

For some reason those words triggered the words "I could paint the Island artists!" Nana and Gary agreed and it was the topic of conversation all the way home

For a while I was afraid I wouldn't get volunteers to pose but it is rolling and each one offers something special to inspire me. And it is lovely to feel all I am doing was sparked by Gary and like all I do, supported by Nana.

April Update 2012 Sixteen fine artists, many of national repute, have posed for Artists of Vancouver Island and many are booked or promised. There will be no poses after June 30,2012. When I have painted all twenty-five I will turn my thought to . . . what next?