Our visiting Florida cousins -- artists and teachers of art -- spent one morning doing a little painting . . .
I had showed Barb (as one does) the x-ray of my broken ankle and she immediately asked for a copy --- so she could paint it. She produced several enigmatic studies in shades of black and grey and was moving on to some lovely pastel variations when lunchtime forced her to abandon the works for the moment.
But she went home a happy woman, with her copies of the ankle x-ray, along with the pictures ( in living color!) from my colonoscopy.
I did request that my name not be attached to any art resulting from the latter.