Original reflection 2007
I am lifted up, I can meet people there, in that place of hope, if I am not afraid to give of myself, and realise there is more to medicine than fighting physical death. I found hope myself in painting it, and the title, which I decided afterwards.
New reflection 10 years later
Facing death and the powerlessness that I felt as a young medical student is what motivated this painting, as I needed to still feel there was something good I could bring even outside the medical model.
Now I can reflect on how much I disagree with the power dynamics in the painting and the huge responsibility I felt I had to bear. I can see that I felt I had to rescue. I have since learnt that it is my vulnerability, our equality, our interdependence, that actually allows for flourishing. I am no saviour, and instead, when I share my fragility with those I care for, we both make space for healing of each other and the world around us.