when words fail me, which is often, I paint. When words work for me and are available on time, I am surprised.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Wednesday, February 09, 2011
Seems I am turning this into a very rarely visited art therapy blog. I've been busy this winter. I ran away from home and my entire life on November 2, 2010. Lot's of you know- many don't - care so what, it's my blog my story. I am not really sharing in words any essays or experiences as most I wish to write about is just safer in my personal journals. The artwork- I am always ready to share, if only I remember to post it.
Saint Mary of the Woods Master of Art Therapy classes roll on and I still am ridiculously passionate about my school work. I love it.
Since moving here, Maine, I entered the season of healing and resurrection through art making. I have painted, drawn, collaged, danced, photographed over 100 pieces.
I'm in an awesome place- exhilarated, exciting, in love yet again(yikes:), optimistic, and grateful- to be here now. Yes, there is deep sadness seated deep within my heart from the events and the loss which led to my exodus, they will last my entire lifetime. Here is my response to a fellow student on a group discussion; he asked whether change was the goal of art therapy. I will also attempt to post some of my recent works which express the point where grief surrendered to happiness- where I'm at now. Yea- it's about me- it's my neglected Blog- silly
"It seems sometimes the focus on getting the client to change suggests there is something not right within them when in fact we can't really change events which led to where we are- only how we respond to them. The change I believe is in perception- we have to be able to de- fuse the bombs of our memories ("a memory is like a mine field" Maya Angelou) and learn to identify an IED on the path before it blows our psyche apart. That to me is the hard part- learning to stop recreating the drama we are chained to. Hope all is well with you- love-S"
yes, there's plenty more-later