Lost Shoes
One day, when I visited Ada J., she mentioned needing to find her shoes first for a wedding before she could focus on doing art. Despite trying various distractions, I realized that to truly connect with her, I needed to step into her world—her mind—and discover how art could help.
I asked her to describe the shoes. She said they were black and white, with a ribbon on the tip and a special kind of heel. Wanting to make the search more meaningful, I suggested we create a flyer about her shoes. This way, if someone found them, they could return them to her. Ada J. loved the idea, and together we made a flyer. She wrote her information on the paper.
Surprisingly, after that day, she never asked about her shoes again. The flyer became something special for her, a connection between us. Our time together shifted to be more about art and less about the missing shoes.
This is our story.
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