BUT WHO'S BLUE? was conjured up in
1998 for my father, Carl Kettelhack, who was entering into that deep strange
dark last stage of Alzheimer's, where much of his mind - particularly to do
with language, memory, and therefore knowing who he and the rest of the world
were - was slipping away into the dark.
But my dad was a tenacious sort. My intuitive take on it is
that, while the left hemisphere of his brain (involving language and logic and
'calculation') was winking out, the right hemisphere (art & freeform
imagination) was still blooming fine. He still drew, he still delighted in
birds and squirrels, he could still shave (!), and he sang in his glorious high
baritone the way he always had.
So I was lucky to find I was still able to make
contact with him, deeply - through music and art, but especially art.
When I was little he'd sometimes put an easel
up on the second floor of the house in the hallway connecting my brother's
and my bedroom to his and my mother's bedroom. On a big pad of sketch paper,
he'd draw a face. When I passed it, I'd draw on top of it, changing it. He'd
then add to it again. This went on all day. By evening, you’d seen
Howdy Doody transform into Albert Einstein and beyond - creatures which had no
name but oh man, sure had
presence. He was sumpin', my dad.
The creatures and especially the not-always-usual colors
in BUT WHO'S BLUE? emerged with my hope that they'd delight my father
"where he lived” -- in that strange wonderful imaginative universe we'd
explored back in my childhood days of that easel. I was not let down. He loved
these little guys - each new page was a surprise every time he looked at it!
And when my father was delighted, it filled the room.
BUT WHO'S BLUE? has had another
life, too. My sister-of-the-soul Laura, a brilliant elementary school teacher who,
over the years, has forever transformed the lives of the kids in her classes by
inviting them to enter their own strange wonderful imaginative inner
universes, tells me she's shared BUT WHO'S BLUE? with many of them. What maybe I like most is the
idea that they felt free - as I hope you'll feel free too -- to make up stories
about these little diddly-doopers. Make them your own!
So here they are, with love from my dad & me --
& Laura & me –
(Remember: Lucy likes puce juice. And she
SO hopes you will too.)
Guy
Kettelhack
my enterprise
garage: “Act Three” –
212 253 9709
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