Psychosis and Pomegranates

This week, one of the men working on my house, noticed two prints from T. Doskova on the wall. I have three of pieces of Tanya Doskova’s hanging in my home. (Tanya Doskova)
Steve admired the pomegranate print in the red frame hanging on the stairs.

I explained, “I buy something from the artist each year at the Park City Kimball Arts Festival.”
“They’re beautiful.”

“I couldn’t pass them up. Years ago, my late husband was married to his third wife. He called her ‘Crazy Sharon.’ She believed ‘If I spend it, he will make it.’ Sharon wanted an expensive crystal bowl. Dwight bought it for her. One night, she loaded the bowl with pomegranate seeds. Then, she lost it. Dwight didn’t have a temper. It was impossible to rile him. That just made her angrier. So, she hurled the bowl at him.”

Steve’s eyes widened.

The dictionary defines psychosis as “a severe mental disorder in which thought and emotions are so impaired that contact is lost with external reality.”

So, I have to wonder if I have some psychosis because I’m the one who bought a piece of art because it represented a memory Dwight shared with me.

Dwight joked, “Your house is a shrine to me.” He asked me to keep his memories, his history; I do.