DRAWINGS FROM THE NEWBORN
history, people have always sought to express and interpret their humanity
by making images of people drawings, paintings, sculpture.
With Heather Spears, a previously inaccessible and unobserved phase of
human life has been added to the world of art." Jørgen Paulin, M.D.
Ben-Simon 1986, IBSN 0-914539-02-7 128p., hardcover,
9x12", ribbon marker 45 full page illustrations, 20 poems, Medical
US. To purchase,
write to Heather Spears, Thorvalsensvej
10, ST, 1871, Copenhagen, Denmark, or buy Drawings
from the Newborn from Amazon.com.
drawings and poems explore the theme of newborns in crisis. The drawings
are not "nice" baby pictures, though some are truly beautiful
in a classical sense. Rather, they depict the struggle for survival, with
a hard, ruthless beauty, emotional and gripping.
Together, the drawings and poems bridge the very private world of the
infants, parents, and the medical personnel with that of the wider public,
who may never have glimpsed this part of life. One need not be personally
involved with these infants to be deeply stirred by their situation. The
drawings tap fundamental feelings being born, the struggle to live,
and the vicissitudes of staying alive.
"A sensitive portrayal in art and verse of infants in crisis."
"Should be on the shelf of every midwife, physician and childbirth
educator. It is surely a healing book." Maternal Health News
"Brings the neonatal nurse back in touch with that all-important
aspect of neonatal care, the human aspect of those just born." The
"I highly recommend it for hospitals and schools of nursing libraries
and...as a resource to help parents deal with their and their baby's crisis."
The Canadian Nurse
"This book will enable parents to savour the best of the NICU while
releasing their pain." Intensive Caring Limited
"I can honestly say I was never so moved by a book in all my life."
Grace ICU Campaign, St John's, Newfoundland
Baby from Sukkertoppen
in haste out of Greenland
and now she lies
in glass as green as ice in snowy whites
that make her skin
almost plum black. How small
is thirteen hundred grams? Her brow
and upper arms so finely haired, her timid breath
that has to be written down to be discerned. She stretches out
a fine formed hand. Maybe happy there, at least less scared
than her mother sleepless on the other ward.
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