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Re-Membering - Ann Millett-Gallant
Biography
—Introduction—
For much of 2007, my existence may best be characterized as lost. I had lost weight, hair, part of my skull, much muscular movement and fluidity, and my mobility. I had lost my memory, my history, my savings, my sense of security, and my identity. I had lost my mind.
Backing up…In May of 2007, I was vacationing in San Francisco with my good friend, Anna. We were exiting a café and for some unknown reason, I shot ahead on my travel scooter and fell off the high curb of the sidewalk into the street. According to Anna, I was not obviously drunk, sick, excessively tired, or otherwise impaired before this. It was unexplainable. I hit my head, began to bleed, and an ambulance was called.
This was all told to me later, as I have no recollection of the accident, any of the trip, nor even planning it. I have blocked the whole experience out. I have blocked a lot of experiences out. Even as my memory congeals, much of my life takes place in stories and photographs, but not in the sensations of being there. I don’t have any flashbacks of being in the San Francisco hospital for six weeks after part of my skull was removed to allow for swelling, nor of the time in a coma, nor can I recall much of my time spent in a rehab hospital in Columbus, OH (where I grew up and my family lives). I only remember grueling therapy sessions there and one kind nurse, who let me have the whole container of chocolate pudding that was used to help me swallow medications. I moved in with my mother at the end of the summer, in a place she had rented, but that I thought was her home that I didn’t remember. Slowly, my strength and endurance came back. I exercised, read, wrote in a journal, drew in a sketchbook, and began to re-member–to put mind and body back together. Yet, I was content to rarely leave my sanctuary.
In a couple of months, I had surgery on my skull to reconstruct the amputation, after which, I had been told, I would improve drastically. Unfortunately, I had to endure a week in the hospital before I had the surgery, after an anesthesiologist punctured my lungs trying to put an IV in my chest. But I digress. I did feel better after my skull was intact, and in just a few weeks, I began teaching an online class, one of the three that I was supposed to be teaching full time that fall. My knowledge of art history, the humanities, and how to teach came right back and, likely, grew stronger. I was able to concentrate and exert authority more and more over time. I soon moved back to my home in North Carolina and to my boyfriend, whose name I could now remember. As 2008 progressed, so did I, and I was determined to no longer put anything off. I proposed to the man I loved and got married, taught full time, and began to write scholarly articles and to paint again. But I was still lost.
Backing up further…As a congenital amputee, I have been physically disabled since birth. I was born asymmetrical, such that my right extremities are longer than my left; my right arm ends with a pointy tip, which serves as my hand, and my left arm ends just below the elbow with a soft, tiny finger known officially as a residual limb.
My right leg ends below the knee with another residual limb I have called my tickle
since I was a child, and my left leg is a few inches long and appears like a ball with a large dimple at the end. My physique is illustrated throughout this book in examples of my artwork. Indoors, I crawl or move around on the floor in a seated position, in an act I call my butt scoot,
and I use prosthetic legs and crutches to walk some. I learned long ago how to manipulate my hands and legs with numerous adaptations, such that I can do almost whatever I want to do with practice, innovation, and the right resources. I have also incorporated disability studies as a discipline, as well as my identity as a disabled woman, into my teaching and writing. I was/am independent(ish) and damn proud of it. I have traveled internationally, lived in three cities, and gotten my PhD. I was, for better or worse, fearless. Now, however, I feel anxious one day taking my scooter to the grocery store, while the next day I relish without worry in riding my scooter or bicycle on the neighborhood trail. But the anxiety about injury lessens over time. The anxiety over being lost and having lost control are still, and may always be, unbearable. At times, I can’t sleep through the night without taking pills, my moods fluctuate from high to low without warning, and I can’t remember certain people, places, and personal things. I sometimes have to laugh when, for example, I realize that not everyone looks oddly familiar because I have forgotten them, but that people just look alike. I can chuckle at my loss, at times, while at other times I am consumed by feelings of emptiness and the desire to know what happened, and why.
The hardest lesson to learn was that my personal history will never be, and could never be, contained by a linear narrative. I have discovered countless things from this specific accident, about myself and the world in which I live. But the main thing I have learned is that lost
and found
are not absolutes. They are states of being, always in flux. They collide, overlap, and intertwine. Sometimes, they make it a chore to get up in the morning. And sometimes, they produce accidental masterpieces.
I draw the specific term accidental masterpiece
from a volume of essays by The New York Times art critic and columnist Michael Kimmelman.¹ The readings explore the many intersections between art and everyday life, with the theme that art is the ultimate accident. In this book, accidents in literal and figurative forms catalyze discovery, insight, creative production, and indeed, often accidental,
i.e. unexpected and fortuitous, masterpieces. I center one of my courses, The Art of Life, on this colorful book, and the students have a writing assignment based on tales of loss and discovery. I was inspired to write the beginnings of this memoir by the course.
I created one of many accidental masterpieces in the form of a collage, which predates this book and reflects many themes of my experiences during my accident and recovery. The title of the collage, Re-Membering, refers to the ongoing process of integrating the past with present, as well as synthesizing my mental, emotional, and corporeal transformations. The collage format embodies my accident and recovery both visually and viscerally; these visual fragments collide, overlap, and intertwine,
as do my states of mind. In this book, I conceive of my memory as a random collage of stories and pictures that are not enclosed by an overarching narrative; it is both a jumble and a medley. Like my thought patterns and my memory, the collage is composed of images, words, and objects that do not easily blend, but rather these fragments relate piece by piece, in a chain of associations. Framing the canvas is a selection of get well cards, chosen from a countless stack, which show the range of people who thought of and reached out to me. Indeed, the support of friends and family got me through my ordeals. The cards strategically range from sentimental to humorous and are from both close relatives and distant acquaintances. Visually, this frame juxtaposes elephants and kittens, a cartoon image of Dr. Phil, a crayon-drawn You Go Girl
card, designed by my then three- and five-year-old nieces, fields with soaring clouds, gilded lily pads, and magical fairies.
Fig. 1: Ann Millett-Gallant, Re-Membering (mixed media on canvas, about 3ft x 3ft), 2008
Within the frame are photographs of me in a coma from the San Francisco hospital, as well as business cards and prescriptions from my doctors. These medical images are juxtaposed with more happy photographs, especially of my wedding, which was symbolic for me of moving on and celebrating my life and my future. At the rehearsal dinner, my father presented to me a drawing of my imagined wedding, created by me as a child, a copy of which stands amongst the photographs of that reality in the collage. There are also sketches that I made of pictures I found in magazines, when I existed in my own private world
and drawings I later created on top of printed photographs, when the idea of creating a new, original drawing seemed overwhelming.
In one such example, I sketched in pink pen over a printed photograph I took of my prosthetic feet at the beach. I call this photograph There’s No Place Like the Beach, with reference to The Wizard of Oz (because of my Dorothy-esque sparkling red shoes). The placement of this image in the collage also recalls for me the wounded and bleeding feet in Frida Kahlo’s surrealistic self-portrait What the Water Gave Me, 1938, in which fragmented images from her memory, history, and fantasy assemble and float in the water surrounding her body. Frida Kahlo was impaired by a bus accident at the age of eighteen and became a disabled artist who made brilliant, passionate paintings of her bold life and many body experiences. Kahlo has always been my favorite artist–my idol of sorts–and now I find yet another connection to her because of my accident.