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(continued)
I spoke to Dr. Charles Sawyer after the first ten weeks
of anatomy. The students were preparing for their first final, and I too
wanted to show I had made some progress. I showed him some color engravings
and we talked about the art of learning by the visual process. He liked
the work and teasingly asked, "Would you like to take the final too?"
I told him that I could draw "it," but I could not spell "it"! I then
asked if he could arrange for me to do some work over in obstetrics, as
I had had experience in that department. (I have four children). He said
that with artwork like mine, there should be no difficulty in arranging
that. But he counteroffered, (pleased that I appreciated the beauty in
anatomy as he did). "What about going all the way through medical school
as an artist, with this class?" Here was a person who could take a chance
on someone and bellow a spark into something really special.
It was a unique experience for me as an artist to identify with these
young physicians-to-be and to learn from their professors. I watched
operations with them that freshman year, when it was all I could do
to watch, much less draw. There the whole world seemed condensed into
that dark red wound. But I enjoyed the precision and skill of the surgeons
and their own humanness. I was pleased to see the feeling response of
one human being to another at a time when so many human beings die by
another's doing. Here, the prime concern of so many people was keeping
one person alive.
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