A few weeks ago, turning on the radio, I hear a voice saying that
creative writing can help wounds heal faster. Startled, I turn the volume up.
Volunteers were given small wounds; half were then asked to write about
something distressing in their life, the other half about something mundane.
The wounds of the confessional writers healed substantially more quickly. A
thought or a feeling is felt on the skin. Our minds, which have power over our
bodies, are in our bodies and are our bodies: we cannot separate the two.
Words, self-expression, can tangibly help pain and suffering. Art can be
medicine, for body and soul.
Over and over again, I am reminded of the transformative power of art.
Answering the phone, I hear a deep and husky voice: “Doe, a deer, a female
deer.” My mother, 85, frail, registered blind, bashed about by cancer and
several strokes, is having singing lessons. At school, she was made to mouth
the words of songs and she never sang again until now. Eighty years after being
told she was tone deaf, her voice is being released. “Me, a name I call
myself…”
Or recently I found myself in a hall in London, holding hands with a
tiny woman from Jamaica and a large man from Birmingham, we dance. Bit by bit, our
self-consciousness falls away and we grin at each other, laugh. Dementia has robbed
them of their verbal ability – but there are many different languages, many
different forms of embodied knowledge and ways that we can connect with each
other.
Dementia can look like solitary confinement – and solitary confinement
is a torture that drives most people mad
Or sitting in a church in Essex on a Sunday in June, I look across at my
friend’s mother. She is in her 90s and has dementia. There are days when she is
wretched, chaotic and scared, but each Sunday she is soothed and even
enraptured by singing the hymns that she sang when she was a girl. The music
has worn grooves in her memory and while she may not be able to speak in full
sentences any more, she can sing Abide With Me in a true voice and her face,
lifted up, looks young, eager, washed clean of anxiety. My friend thinks that
at these moments her mother’s brain comes together, “like a flower reviving
when it’s being soaked in water”. People with dementia, she says, need to be
drenched in art.
And this is precisely what the report of an all-party parliamentary
group inquiry into arts, health and wellbeing, to be
launched on Wednesday 19 July, will say. After two years of evidence gathering,
roundtables and discussions with service users, health and social care
professionals, artists and arts organisations, academics, policy-makers and parliamentarians,
its unambiguous findings are that the arts can help keep us well, aid our
recovery and support longer lives better lived; they can help meet major
challenges facing health and social care – ageing, long-term conditions,
loneliness and mental health; and they can help save money in the health
service and in social care.
Dementia is an area where the arts can radically enhance quality of life
by finding a common language and by focusing on everyday, in-the-moment
creativity. As Lord Howarth of Newport, co-chair of the all-party parliamentary
group, said: “The arts have a vital role to play for people with dementia.
Research demonstrates that visual arts, music, dance, digital creativity and
other cultural activities can help to delay the onset of dementia and diminish
its severity. This not only makes a huge difference to many individuals but
also leads to cost savings. If the onset of Alzheimer’s disease (which accounts
for 62% of dementias) could be delayed by five years, savings between 2020 and
2035 are estimated at £100bn. Those are powerful statistics, but this isn’t
just about money; the arts can play a powerful role in improving the
quality of life for people with dementia and for their carers.”
It’s what Seb Crutch and his team are exploring in their inspiring
project at the Wellcome Foundation. It’s what is happening with Manchester
Camerata’s Music in Mind or with Music
for a While, a project led by Arts and Health South West with the Bournemouth Symphony
Orchestra, with Wigmore Hall’s participatory Music
for Life, with the project A
Choir in Every Home and Singing
for the Brain; with dance classes in hospitals and residential homes; with art
galleries and museums that encourage those with dementia to come and talk about
art.
There are optimistic, imaginative endeavours going on all over the
country, in theatres, galleries, cinemas, community centres, pubs, bookshops,
peoples’ houses. It’s happening at a macro- and a micro-level. At a conference
run by the Creative
Dementia Arts Network, where arts organisations and
practitioners gathered to share experience, I met two young students from an
Oxford school who with fellow students go into local old people’s homes to make
art: not the young and healthy doing something for the old and the frail, but
doing it with them, each helping the other: this is the kind of project that is
springing up all over the country.
I attended one of the monthly
sessions at the Royal Academy in London where people with
dementia who have been art-lovers through their life – and are art-lovers still
– come to talk about a particular work, led by two practising artists. We sat
in front of an enigmatic painting by John Singer Sargent, and there was an air
of calmness, patience and above all, time, and there were no wrong opinions.
There are many ways of seeing. People with dementia are continually
contradicted and corrected, their versions of reality denied: it’s Sunday not
Friday; you’ve already eaten your breakfast; I’m your wife not your mother;
anyway, you are old and she is dead …. In this humanising democratic space,
people were encouraged to see, think, feel, remember and express themselves.
Slowly at first, they began to talk. There was a sense of language returning
and of thoughts feeding off each other. They were listened to with respect and
were validated.
Validation is crucial. We are social beings and exist in dialogue; we
need to be recognised. In health, we live in a world rich with meanings that we
can call upon as a conductor calls upon the orchestra, and are linked to each
other by a delicate web of communications. To be human is to have a voice that
is heard (by voice I mean that which connects the inner self with the outer
world). Sometimes, advanced dementia can look like a form of solitary
confinement – and solitary confinement is a torture that drives most people
mad. To be trapped inside a brain that is failing, inside a body that is
disintegrating, and to have no way of escaping. If evidence is needed, this
report robustly demonstrates that the arts can come to our rescue when traditional
language has failed: to sing, to dance, to put paint on paper, making a mark
that says I am still here, to be touched again (rather than simply handled), to
hear music or poems that you used to hear when you were a child, to be part of
the great flow of life.
I think of the wonderful film Alive
Inside, made about a project in a huge care home in America: an old man with
advanced dementia sits slumped in a wheelchair. He drools; his eyes are half
closed and it’s impossible to know if he is asleep or awake. A few times a day,
soft food is pushed into his mouth. Then someone puts earphones on his head and
suddenly the music that he loved when he was a strong young man is pouring into
him. Appreciation of music is one of the last things to go. His head lifts. His
eyes open and knowledge comes into them. His toothless mouth splits into a
beatific grin. And now he is dancing in his chair, swaying. And then this man –
who doesn’t speak any longer – is actually singing. The music has reached him,
found him, gladdened him and brought him back into life.
It’s like a miracle – but one that happens every day, in care homes, in
community halls, in hospitals, wherever kind and imaginative people are
realising that the everyday creativity is not an add-on to the basic essentials
of life, but woven into its fabric. Oliver Sacks wrote “the function of
scientific medicine… is to rectify the ‘It’.” Medical intervention is costly,
often short-term and in some cases can be like a wrecking ball swinging through
the fragile structures of a life. But art calls upon the “I”. It is an
existential medicine that allows us to be subjects once more.
SOURCE: Nicci Gerrard, The Guardian
Another reminder to us all that sensory development and stimulation plays such an invaluable part in the enrichment of a dementia sufferer's life. Singing for the Brain groups are extremely popular in our area on Lincolnshire and volunteers are always needed. How wonderful to be able to see the power of music or other art forms really touch someone and evoke long forgotten memories and emotions.
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