So very moved to read the excellent piece by Daniel Zalewski about Lonni Sue Johnson in the New Yorker. I had the unique experience of teaching art to her and meeting her wonderful family through that very special situation. In recovery, at work healing, living, dealing with memory deficits that are beyond my own imagination to fathom, she draws to live as you or I might breathe or eat to live. To be around her punning, her playful imagination, her glorious optimism and the flow of her pen as she unites one moment to the next is to experience a strange gift of eternal optimism. And yes she has made the pun about drawing, drawing breath, and drawing curtains open onto a new reality, a new day, a new scene.