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Showing posts with label Sekou Andrews. Show all posts
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Monday, April 16, 2012

"Sacred Cow" painting session 9: TEDMED Day


This was the ninth time I began to paint in the simulcast Hub Room.  Suddenly, the signal was cut and we heard an ominous announcement that everyone must head to the Opera House to see the final session.  I looked at my assistant Kait B. Roe in shock as we threw wet brushes and paints into a bag and I began to limp as fast as possible to the backstage area.   I don’t know if I mentioned this before, but I had been painting while standing on a probable stress fracture in my foot as I created the previous eight works.

Out of breath once I arrived, I set up my canvas on the floor five feet away from Billie Jean King and Katie Couric and began to paint.

Once again Steve Connell and Sekou Andrews treated us to a spoken word composition that told us to go find “the cows” and that command influenced this piece I entitled “Sacred Cow.” They were commanding us to apply our new knowledge as we leave TEDMED and think in new ways.

Next I painted a book within the painting. The book is entitled “The Never Trials” in honor of Ben Goldacre, MD the author of Bad Science.  He spoke of the danger in our publication system that publishes positive findings while ignoring negative ones.  His statistics were terrifying. Over 90 of articles published in the biomedical publishing industry were reporting positive results.  Or to put that another way, for every 7 failed studies that proved a drug did not work as hoped, they would print the one that showed positive results.

the never trials

John Wesley Harding, singer, songwriter and author famous for such postmodern hits as “There is a Starbucks where the Starbucks Used to Be” treated us to his dystopian scientific ballad: “Calling Off the Experiment.”

Jay Walker then amazed the crowd with another piece of medical ephemera: The Bills of Mortality recorded by the Church.  Considered by some to be the first public health data collected, it included death records that showed a seasonal spike in plague deaths. So, I painted the Bill of Mortality in what was rapidly becoming a sacred blue stained glass window image.

Next wearing a traditional suit, rather than a farmer’s outfit, organic farmer Joel Salatin crossed the stage.  He said he was wearing a power suit to be taken seriously, as the founder of the Walking Gallery that is a sentiment I really understand.  Then he launched a diatribe against the horribly bad food we eat in America.  He spoke out that instead of feeding cows to cows, we should embrace the very nature of the cow.  Then a cow’s head entered the painting tagged on one ear 73 and a shaft of wheat appeared at the top of the image.

embrace the cow


Next Billie Jean King and Katie Couric began to interview each other. Katie spoke of her husband death from cancer and it was revealed that her wiliness to undergo a colonoscopy on television led to a spike in that procedure.  This was called the Katie effect. 

The Katie Effect


Katie also spoke of discrimination against women in the workplace saying that when she went into this business, “Harass was two words.”

Billie Jean King spoke of her long-term support of women’s rights to equal education funding.  She spoke of the importance of playground tennis and easy access to sports in neighborhoods and schools.  She spoke of her worries that we are fighting the same battles we fought 30 years before.  So within the painting I placed a young Billie Jean standing in for all of the patients with a tennis racket at her side.

Sacred Cow


Then Jill Souble and her mother sang us into the night to come…

This painting was given to SIEMENS for their sponsorship and dedication to TEDMED.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

"Spit" TEDMED DAY 2: session 5


(“SPIT” painting is described in spoken word in honor of Sekou Andrews and Steve Connell)

"Spit"

Please shut your mouth in the social hub. 
That is Regina B. upon the stage,
she is our Surgeon General.
I can't hear her!

Now, she's gone, not in the painting.

See those dudes upon the stage, the actors, the poets,
Steve and Sekou waking you up,
Keeping it real,
Hell no, making it real.

Do you see outrage?

I paint it with my brush, by the simulcast screen in the spinning Hub
while oh; so many texts and tweets expand
upon the OUTRAGE.
Those that sit in the sweet seats, center stage,
do you feel the rain?
As @TiffanyandLupus gasps in pain 
upon her bed and tweets till she can tweet no more.

That is spit.

Did you think
Steve and Sekou would let you go so gently in that dark night?
Just two fellows on the stage
Here for your entertainment
to wrap this final session?

No, they YELL at you.

Spit 



They throw their words upon the stage
like fists through walls,
they show us all
the split,
THE SPIT,
between us.
The great chasm of pain
between those here who talk of tech and the patient ones
following the tweet stream while dying.

And you know,
as sure as paint falls upon the canvas,
as their words pound at you,
as our tweets # you,
Twitter can set us free.

I scream, the stream #TEDMED

Mop up the stage of sweat and spit,
Gregory and Reisa has come to avail us,
as Alzheimer's begins to assail us,
300 million time bombs passing by TSA,
every day,
terrorist cells exist inside our minds,
and what can be done to save us?
tweet out
@TEDMED,
iceberg ahead!

Iceberg ahead 



Then the mother walks upon the stage,
her blue dress cannot contain,
the pain,
her slumping shoulders say more than her lips,
as Virginia Breen,
talks of a girl who is seen,
and not heard.
WHY CAN'T THEY HEAR HER?

See the little girl.
See her little curls.
See her giggles stop.

See the iPad FREE her.

Then Miss Bonker takes stage.
Think the age that passed,
under lights too bright and noise too vast,
to finally see the port within the storm:
The iPad lay in Jay Walker's hand,
her voice on glass, taken away
As the show must go on,
and no way for her to say
I AM IN HERE.

"Spit" 



#Autism
#Ageism
Tag you're it!
Can you tweet while crying?
My tears fall upon he canvas.

My eyes spit.

Then Robert Gupta plays his violin
upon this Titanic struggle,
bringing the sweet street,
to the c suite,
as we talk about
WHO is really mental?
My friends who sit within the grit
outside this very venue?
Or anyone in here who is not crying?

Miguel leads us to the end,
as he asks us to look within.
The universe
between our ears
and see and hear the storm of reason,
for we must understand this astronomy of thought,
the white noise
of our great gray processor,
before we talk about the treason of our cells.

Then Traces play upon the stage,
they contort their bodies,
as we contort our thoughts
the lights go down,
the feed goes up
and now we tweet a new tomorrow. 

We scream, the stream #TEDMED



(This painting was given to The Cleveland Clinic for their support of TEDMED.)