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Ginny has carved out a niche of her own,
totally creative and unique.
But she doesn't stand still.
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She's gone on in the last decade to make
a lot of large-scale sculptures
and hanging pieces and chandeliers.
I know she's doing a huge commission downtown.
I know she's collaborating with--is it Young?
She's not afraid to do new things
that she has to go out on a limb for.
But her real interest is being an artist.
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People see me walking with a cane or
hear the way I talk and they assume that I'm so--
a little bit touched, as they say in the south.
I'm probably smarter than the camera for sure.
My brain is fine.
I talk funny.
I walk slow, but so what?
I'm still here
and still creating.
That's enough pontificating for now.
I'll be back anyway.
I'll be back.
Think about someone who has a media presence,
who actually is doing film interviews and magazine interviews.
And their art is everywhere, and they've found success.
Then as if a giant trap came down,
you have this moment, and everything changes.
You know, they told us that that wreck--that that was over.
Yeah, they kind of indicated to pull the plug,
and so that was tough.
We found out Christmas Day and flew home the next day.
And then I think the day after that or 2 days after that
my wife and I flew out to Seattle
to kind of put Ginny's things in order.
An awful weekend I'll never forget.
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The doctors said, "There's no brain activity."
"You should go ahead and take her off the respirator" and everything.
And no, we don't want to do that.
She was coming around, even though she wasn't saying anything,
and I saw Charlie Nell
at the hospital or at a hotel.
I don't know which, but he had come to Charlotte
to see Ginny Carol.
The first time I swam up from unconsciousness
I opened up eyes and there was my ex-husband
and my--first ex-husband and my current boyfriend
at the end of my bed and I thought,
"Oh, there is a hell."
And I just shut my eyes and went back to sleep.
I had a paraplegia accident,
but we would always say
if I'd been a quad, I wouldn't have been able to make it.
But I'm a para, so I'm okay.
And then the quads would say
"I'm a quad, but if I had a brain injury, I just couldn't do that."
"I'd have to check out."
And also, as far as we were concerned,
Ginny probably had one of the toughest accidents that you can have,
and when she woke up after a month and a half, 2 months,
I think she kind of knew that it was a tough road ahead.
You know, I was terrified because my mind was like a big,
empty house that you know you used to live in
that's familiar, but it's empty now, totally different.
I didn't know what I could remember, what I couldn't remember.
I didn't know what I could do, what I couldn't do.
By that point, I couldn't even make a sound.
I could give you an "Ah."
Nothing. I could only move my thumb.
The first sound I could make was clicking my fingers.
Let's see, "Black Hamburg Grapes on Gold," Ginny Ruffner.
1991, so this is just pre-accident.
Then when she was trying to remember
and pull her artistic career back,
she painted this little painting, which I thought
here's where you were with exhibitions at the
Smithsonian's National Gallery to here back in the studio
trying to pull your conceptual development back,
not to mention just the sheer necessity
of control of a brush to get this, let alone that.
And then look now in her studio where she is again.
Yeah, that is a big old journey.
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So many things take courage to be creative,
courage to be optimistic,
but I thought it makes more sense
to expect the best, to expect good things.
We've been very close for 5 years,
and she still improves.
Everything she does she improves.
She plays at her Wii Fit thing. She goes to the gym.
She gets physical therapy exercise.
She's just religious about doing it,
and she just continues to work on herself.
[Ginny R.] I'm now an inch taller than I was last year.
I'm working on standing up straight with my physical therapist.
Isn't that amazing? Nobody ever gets an inch taller at my age.
Do you know what you want?
I mean, not right now.
Not like dinner or clothes or something.
What do you want to do with your life?
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