Questioning the un-answerable. The Mihaela Enea Challenge.

From “Memory Lanes”, – part of an ‘Image of Learning’ Art therapy study to picture the unvoiced feelings of those with dementia.

As a Designer and Illustrator, I am constantly asked to visualize both real life and fantasy subjects, but a couple of years ago, I was challenged to “depict the invisible real mind hidden to the mind itself”.

Though I’ve written a few thoughts on Mihaela’s challenge, my canvas remains rather blank with a few doodles around its edges. So if you have any thoughts on this, let me know.


As I’ve read that some mystics believe there’s a better life hidden within the one we see, I started to make a list of some difficult-to-see or just hard-to-see concepts:

Absolute Nothing
Unbelievable Proof
One’s Own Autopilot
Another’s Emotional Heart
The Origins to All
Personal Genetic Window
Inner Space
Through Death’s Door
Evolution’s Blueprint
Thought Interference Patterns
Unknown’s Own Troubles

From that list, you may think I’ve been reading too much Kant but no, I’ve been writing poems with sketches that explore my understanding of Dementia:

Memory Lanes (@_Grant  Pub. LPB. Dec.2019)

“The lines
All needed,
Fixed at birth,
Remember links
For all they’re worth,
But as each births,
Some forgotten, fade away.”

My’n’D  (@_Grant  Pub. LPB. Jan.2019)

The can rims of the unseen beans
The countless tubes with miles of seams,
The ponds it takes to fill void’s whole
With foods to fuel the heart and soul.

The centre’s, left,
The middle’s, chewed.
The covering, lost,
Its bubble, brewed.

And now .. the now. And next. the …  (@_Grant  Pub. LPB. Jan.2019)

Streams of holding
Chords of harmony
Grapple passing flights ‘n’ fly-byes.



Where are the Cloud Popper’s jagged clothes?

Where are the Cloud Popper’s jagged clothes
With which she’d guide the raindrop flows,
To water where the goodgreen grows
Around each small and tall tree’s toes?

Where goes that thief – the hijacker who
Removed the jagged clothes from view
And popped the clouds above such lands
Where Nature slept beneath its sands?

Where rained the drops that didn’t stop
But flushed the muds to covered the crops
And flooded the houses door by door
By reign of rain /  hard water lore?

The Cloud Popper sighed, his purpose gone;
His clothes of blue removed,
By elements who thought they knew
The how, the what and who.

Without a clap of thunder,
No trickle of applause,
The Popper of the planet’s clouds
Gave in to stronger laws.

His like we may not see again –
His skill being heaven sent.
Now those who wear his jagged clothes
Play in their element.

(Grant. 2020)