Submitted by Healing Artist on Friday, February 5, 2016 - 3:39pm
Keep Us Safe In The Storm
The sliding glass doors at the front of Carilion open and suffering enters. This suffering is not limited to the patients in their rooms or the family and friends who attend them. Today, while walking through the glass doors into the volunteer office, I discovered that...
Submitted by Healing Artist on Friday, December 18, 2015 - 3:08pm
This year-end post is written by the many people-visitors, employees and patients.-who write a note at my table in the lobby. I honor the notes, and the people who write them, by placing them into an altered book of notes that I am creating.
Submitted by Healing Artist on Monday, November 30, 2015 - 4:47pm
Come to the Table
Sometimes, when I visit different floors in the hospital, it seems like it is a no-patient-day; people being released, mothers-to-be in long term labor and delivery aren’t feeling too well and children in Pediatric Oncology and Hematology are sleeping. This is an...
Submitted by Healing Artist on Monday, November 30, 2015 - 2:55pm
Working at Carilion hospital as an artist-in-residence can be dangerous for the heart;
I fell in love, twice, over the past several weeks.
I peeked into Caleb’s* room. He saw my colorful toolbox before he saw me and his eyes sparkled a smile...
Submitted by Healing Artist on Wednesday, April 22, 2015 - 9:23am
It was a beautiful fall day last October. Sunny, warm, and a perfect day for a relaxing bike ride. As I loaded my bike into the car, I felt anything but relaxed. This bike ride was to try to forget the stress that I had been under the past week. It was following me around like a dark cloud. I...
Submitted by Healing Artist on Wednesday, April 22, 2015 - 9:15am
Jacob was propped up in bed, his I.V. attached to a drip line, his eyes glued to a movie. “Hi, Jacob,” I said, walking into his room. “I’m an artist, want to play with clay?” Jacob’s big smile was the only response I needed to know I had a willing and eager participant. I’m always amazed that when...
Submitted by Healing Artist on Wednesday, April 22, 2015 - 9:07am
It is Tuesday morning. I grab my clay and toolbox and head up to 13 South, long term labor and delivery. On this floor I work with women who are on bed rest, sometimes for two months at a stretch. The women are grateful for the opportunity to play with clay, to have a distraction from the worry of...
Submitted by Healing Artist on Wednesday, April 22, 2015 - 8:52am
Last Tuesday going to the rehabilitation floor at community hospital, one soulful patient said to me "You Make my Day", I responded back to her, "You make my day because you're trying to work with me. Listening the music and following movements". It is beautiful to see patients smiling and...
Submitted by Healing Artist on Tuesday, December 23, 2014 - 1:38pm
AIR is the acronym for Artist in Residence, a position I recently resumed with Carilion Hospital’s Healing Arts Program.
Air is also an essential element which we breathe and so live.
What does an Artist in Residence have in common with air? John Updike tells us, “What art offers is space...
Submitted by Healing Artist on Friday, November 7, 2014 - 2:36pm
Jane Lillian Vance
August 23, 2014
Today I enjoyed my second day back at the easel, after my service in Zambia, working as Artist-in-Residence at Roanoke Memorial Hospital. I received hugs, crazy job offers (no, I really can't, but it would be fun to move to Spain and paint murals...