Grief is Yucky
I made this painting on May 10 about a dozen years ago. I know it was May 10, even if I don’t remember the exact year. May 10, 1996 was my third child’s, second son’s birthday.
It was also the day he died.
Waiting for My Girls
The Art of Grieving
Art Therapy and ME
I love that people don’t need to be artists to benefit from art therapy. I love that art therapy takes the intellectualization out of the picture, and brings authentic communication to the table. I love the playful quality of art therapy. I love the experience of lightness that art therapy can bring to people.
I love being an art therapist.
Fractured Pieces of a Shattered Image
With this art, I tried to answer the question for myself: why can’t I see/ accept my aging?
The answer is simple. I have never really seen my own image staring back at me. My self, and my image have been preserved as the fractured pieces of others who stepped in to feel trauma for me.