My Lesson in Accessibility

An art teacher once told me that the best art changes the way we look at things. Following this mantra, my friend Cory is, herself, a work of art. She has changed the way I see everything.

Cory moved to Salida in March and has fearlessly gone out to explore her new environment and meet lots of people. In Denver, Cory worked as a volunteer at the Clyfford Still museum.

She has a sophisticated art sensibility and is incredibly bright and sharp witted. Since I like smart people who make me laugh, I like hanging out with her. We go places together and I’ve been fortunate to see what everyday life is like for her.

Born with Cerebral Palsy, even small tasks can be monumental. While she doesn’t sugar coat her experiences, she manages to handle challenges with a grace that comes from trials. I call it “Cory-Courage.” And I think of her when I encounter challenges of my own.

I now find myself noticing which doorways can be accessed with a wheelchair, which bathrooms are equipped with bars and which tables at a restaurant have space for her chair. 

A kind woman pointed out that my own gallery doorway wasn’t accessible…a detail I had overlooked before. Sure enough, there’s a small 3.5” step at the door – just enough to deny access. As artists, we are tasked everyday with putting our art out into the world and helping people understand the thoughts behind it in order to connect. Connecting with other people through art is my personal mission. 

I’ve since rectified the situation with a simple fix at my studio and the best part is getting wonderful visits with my friend at the gallery whenever she’s rolling downtown.