I like word play. Spoonerisms, for example: The announcer at the piano concert said,  “Mr. Playbody will now pee for us,” instead of “Mr. Peabody will now play for us.”  I remember the following from high school: “I’d rather have a free bottle in front of me than a pre-frontal lobotomy.”   I had a vague idea of its meaning back then but more so these days.

I’ve been reading the book Patient H.M. by Luke Dittrich, about the first bilateral medial temporal lobotomy on an individual who had intractable epilepsy. The surgeon could not find any focal point for the seizures, but decided to perform the procedure without any idea of the repercussions. H.M. was, as a result of the operation, deprived of his short-term memory.

My watercolor today represents the scramble brain after such an operation.

Beginnings of Psychosurgery
12″x9″ 140# Cold Pressed Watercolor Block