My first lesson on the value of artwork in a healthcare setting occurred about nine years ago when I was walking the hallways of a maternity ward. It was the middle of the night, I was having regular contractions, but I wasn’t far enough along to be admitted to the hospital. So the nurse gave me the option to walk the hallways for a few hours or go home.
So off I went, walking and walking and walking, and that’s where my husband and I came across a pastel-colored image of a man with shoulder-length wavy blond hair and faded blue jeans holding hands with a child.











