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Janice "Blu" Sanchez
Janice's artwork prior to TBI
poem: Blu's Writings from Journals and Sketchbooks
12/4/97 Incurred Traumatic Brain Injury by Motor Vehicle Accident.
ARTWORK can be seen at:
Excerpts from Blu's Sketch Books:
"Genesis of Opinion"
Validity and worthiness comes from the interpreter based on mere fact of Judgment regardless of intent or purpose of Creation."
"As a seafarer, who has escaped from the storm to the shore, turns with wearied breath to the turbulent waters and gazes; So I, still fleeing in my mind, turned back to look at the past which no one before me had ever left alive."
Remembering certain events and places but most of all the clear and solid idea of how all the roads had construction of some sort. All of this symbolic of some life journey that was reconstructing itself.
Reflection of the deliverance onto others,
And the last effect of.What was normal in one's life.Created what was not.And the realization of.By the receivers."
Excerpts from Blu's Journal as she traveled cross country three months before and up to the day her life was altered by motor vehicle accident:
"I continue to chip at an elderly pace. Dancing in an environment where most just basically dwindle.
Objectives: Discipline, Self control, must be implemented in order to keep to the routine to prepare me for what's next."
"Getting a little of my brain back day by day and getting my way, the way I'm used to living. Had I known the certain poisons one could take as simple pleasure and how we allow to be robbed, to the point that you are left with nothing but similarly common traits and habits as the typical "norm".
I wish I could get back at least a mile back, but instead it's an inch.
Walking backwards on a path to the point I feel is the original 'fork' in the road. It's kind of sad and funny at the same time.
I remember back when, at a time when nothing could or would phase my numbness and now I can feel the jackals all around waiting. The good thing is their just waiting for me to trip and fall instead of dying. But with this in mind, my tendency to be defensive and bitter is simpler than a trivial observation at someone or something, like it used to be.
Hopefully, it is at that 'Fork'. Realized how quickly some people seem to clasp on and become one with what was not made for them. "Consumption of the Inconsumable".
"All objectives have been met.
While my work is left behind, a small reward for every goal or set guideline achieved.
Achieved is the PLAN.
My PLAN is the Contrary for the mere fact of the genius idea of CONTRADICTION."
"Fueled by positive, when a goal/a chip falls. Realized that (previous) phases are now complete. The urge or any hint of that scene is gone. I must embed that boundary that symbol that represents completion of a phase. That destructive phase. Still face the elements that are trying to break me. That old trick or treat scene. 'Damned if don't, damned if I did', type of statement lingers."
THE INCH EVERY DAY IS THE ONLY WAY I KEEP AHEAD NOW.
12/4/97 THURSDAY 7:00PM JANICE BLU suffered Traumatic Brain Injury by Motor Vehicle Accident as a backseat passenger without a seatbelt.
A Blu World
I have a lovely friend, who shares with me creations,
Art painted with her hand, she gained my admiration.
Janice is her real name, we know her here as Blu.
An accident, brain injured left, has set her life askew.
And some would say disabled, but they have not been seeing,
The wondrous soul that's hiding, a flowered human being.
Blu has a gift from God, that from her soul can share,
With anyone who's listening, with eyes that are aware.
Blu is handicapable, her art shows souls great brilliance.
Facing mountains hard to climb, shows human spirits resilience.
It is a wondrous happening, this gift from God named Blu,
And if you get time to know her, you would love her too.
Her fighting spirit showing, how much she can contribute.
Sharing with her artwork, her talent is a tribute,
To strength of spirit, fighting odds, most would not havefaced.
So meet my friend, know right away, your caring is not misplaced.
Copyright © 2001 Motivational Graffiti
My Friend LtCol C. Johnson , Survivor
The Warmth of a Friendship
As Dusk falls on this cool April evening,
I stood atop a hillside, did not think I could do again
Afar I saw the ocean glisten as it met the skyline
The breeze gently swayed wild flowers surrounding me
The sun rays magnify the beauty my eyes could see
Your friendship is compared to the beauty I beheld
You believed in me
You heard me talk though no words spoken
Courage you instilled in me,
Was the key that opened up
Closed doors in my mind
You taught me how to write my name ~Janice Blu
Your continued caring has stood the test of time
Time so precious yet that is what you have given me
Despite the setbacks, I hear your words calling out
YOU CAN DO IT JANICE BLU
Your persona radiates compassion untold
The blessing of your friendship is what I treasure most
As I awake each day, remembering more and more
I feel the day will come, when I shall speak these
words to you
To Chuck~Cheese from Janice Blu
Image of a Face Unknown
Steadfast, Dependable, Trustworthy
You heard my cry
You felt my pain
Complex, Intriguing, Comforting
You have come to know me well
Without words unspoken
Solitude not by choice
You saw my reflection
A path you have mastered
Intense, all Encompassing,
You give direction
Your smile sheds forth light
Who is this Image
Boundaries you have never crossed
Your presence causes inner strength
As immense as the Universe
Your kindness has showered us all
Your shadow I shall always feel
Imagery of my friend
A face Unknown
A silent Voice