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When my 91-year-old mother, Elia, moved in with me,
I thought I was doing her a service.
In fact, it was the other way around.
You see, Mom was having issues with memory loss and accepting her age.
She looked defeated.
I tried to make her as comfortable as possible,
but when I was at my easel, painting,
I would peek over and see her just ... there.
She'd be staring at nothing in particular.
I'd watch her slowly climb the stairs,
and she wasn't the mom I grew up with.
I saw, instead, a frail,
tiny, old woman.
A few weeks went by, and I needed a break from my painting.
I wanted to play with the new camera I had just bought.
I was excited -- it had all sorts of dials,
buttons and settings I wanted to learn,
so I set up my tripod facing this large mirror,
blocking the doorway to the only bathroom in the house.
(Laughter)
After a while, I hear,
(Imitating Italian accent) "I need to use the washroom."
(Laughter)
"Five minutes, Mom. I need to do this."
15 minutes later, and I hear, again,
"I need to use the washroom."
"Five more minutes."
Then this happened.
(Laughter)
(Applause)
And this.
(Laughter)
And then, this.
(Laughter)
I had my "aha!" moment.
We connected.
We had something tangible we could do together.
My mom was born in a small mountain village in central Italy,
where her parents had land and sheep.
At a young age, her father died of pneumonia,
leaving his wife and two daughters alone with all the heavy chores.
They found that they couldn't cope.
So a very hard decision was made.
Mom, the oldest, at 13,
was married off to a complete stranger twice her age.
She went from being just a kid and was pushed into adulthood.
Mom had her first child when she was only 16.
Years later, and now living in Toronto,
Mom got work in a clothing factory
and soon became manager of a very large sewing department.
And because it was full of immigrant workers,
Mom taught herself words from translation books.
She then practiced them in French, Greek, Spanish, Portuguese, Danish,
Polish, Russian, Romanian, Hungarian, all around the house.
I was in awe of her focus and determination to succeed
at whatever she loved to do.
After that bathroom "aha!" moment,
I practiced my newfound camera skills with Mom as portrait model.
Through all of this, she talked, and I listened.
She'd tell me about her early childhood and how she was feeling now.
We had each other's attention.
Mom was losing her short-term memory,
but was better recalling her younger years.
I'd ask, and she would tell me stories.
I listened, and I was her audience.
I got ideas.
I wrote them down, and I sketched them out.
I showed her what to do by acting out the scenarios myself.
We would then stage them.
So she posed, and I learned more about photography.
Mom loved the process, the acting.
She felt worthy again, she felt wanted and needed.
And she certainly wasn't camera-shy.
(Laughter)
(Applause)
Mom laughed hysterically at this one.
(Laughter)
The idea for this image came from an old German film I'd seen,
about a submarine, called "Das Boot."
As you can see, what I got instead looked more like "E.T."
(Laughter)
So I put this image aside, thinking it was a total failure,
because it didn't reach my particular vision.
But Mom laughed so hard,
I eventually, for fun, decided to post it online anyway.
It got an incredible amount of attention.
Now, with any Alzheimer's, dementia,
there's a certain amount of frustration and sadness
for everyone involved.
This is Mom's silent scream.
Her words to me one day were,
"Why is my head so full of things to say,
but before they reach my mouth, I forget what they are?"
"Why is my head so full of things to say,
but before they reach my mouth, I forget what they are?"
(Applause)
Now, as full-time care partner and full-time painter,
I had my frustrations too.
(Laughter)
But to balance off all the difficulties, we played.
That was Mom's happy place.
And I needed her to be there, too.
(Laughter)
(Laughter)
(Laughter)
Now, Mom was also preoccupied with aging.
She would say, "How did I get so old, so fast?"
(Audience sighs)
"So old."
"So fast."
I also got Mom to model for my oil paintings.
This painting is called "The Dressmaker."
I remember, as a kid,
Mom sewing clothes for the whole family
on this massive, heavy sewing machine
that was bolted to the floor in the basement.
Many nights, I would go downstairs and bring my schoolwork with me.
I would sit behind her in this overstuffed chair.
The low hum of the huge motor and the repetitive stitching sounds
were comforting to me.
When Mom moved into my house,
I saved this machine and stored it in my studio for safekeeping.
This painting brought me back to my childhood.
The interesting part
was that it was now Mom, sitting behind me,
watching me paint her
working on that very same machine she sewed at
when I sat behind her, watching her sew,
50 years earlier.
I also gave Mom a project to do, to keep her busy and thinking.
I provided her with a small camera
and asked her to take at least 10 pictures a day of anything she wanted.
These are Mom's photographs.
She's never held a camera in her life before this.
She was 93.
We would sit down together and talk about our work.
I would try to explain
(Laughter)
how and why I did them,
the meaning, the feeling, why they were relevant.
Mom, on the other hand, would just bluntly say,
"sì,"
"no,"
"bella" or "bruta."
(Laughter)
I watched her facial expressions.
She always had the last say, with words or without.
This voyage of discovery hasn't ended with Mom.
She is now in an assisted living residence,
a 10-minute walk away from my home.
I visit her every other day.
Her dementia had gotten to the point
where it was unsafe for her to be in my house.
It has a lot of stairs.
She doesn't know my name anymore.
(Voice breaking) But you know what? That's OK.
She still recognizes my face
and always has a big smile when she sees me.
(Applause)
(Applause ends)
I don't take pictures of her anymore.
That wouldn't be fair or ethical on my part.
And she wouldn't understand the reasons for doing them.
My father,
my brother,
(Voice breaking) my nephew,
my partner and my best friend,
all passed away suddenly.
And I didn't have the chance
to tell them how much I appreciated and loved them.
With Mom, I need to be there
and make it a very long goodbye.
(Applause)
(Applause ends)
For me, it's about being present and really listening.
Dependents want to feel a part of something, anything.
It doesn't need to be something exceptionally profound that's shared --
it could be as simple as walks together.
Give them a voice
of interaction, participation,
and a feeling of belonging.
Make the time meaningful.
Life, it's about wanting to live
and not waiting to die.
(Applause)
(Applause ends)
Can I get a wave and a smile from everyone, please?
(Laughter)
This is for you, Mom.
(Camera clicks)
(Applause)
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【TED】トニー・ルチアー二: 認知症を通した母と息子の写真の旅 (A mother and son's photographic journey through dementia | Tony Luciani)

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