Art Therapy

So the past few months I have been in a flare with my auto immune disorder and have been spending my spare time in the area hospital Emergency Room.

After several trips that kept me there for about four hours with nothing to do but try to not be BORED...SCARED.....or bitchy.....

 

I put all my sharpie markers in a large Ziploc baggie and keep it with my latest art journal


                                        

So when I go and have to wait for the treatment and exams I can now draw out what is happening....

and can stay focused on remaining calm, keeping my mind off advancing symptoms...

and keeping my composure. I am also getting my feelings down on paper

and that makes me not keep it in.

 

So I keep hoping that there won't be any more 'quick runs' out the door for fast help but

if there is.........I am using my art as my therapy in the scariest of situations.

 

I hope you are using your art for less frantic events and that it is helping you find your inner peace.

 

Grow Your Blog!! Party This Month

This is just to remind everyone that the annual Grow Your Blog Party is coming up later this month.

 

 

Vicki over at 2 Bags Full is the beautiful, gracious host for this event.  This is a wonderful way to meet new friends with similar interests.  Please check it out.

Collage Art

Recently I took an online  Collage class with the awesome talented, reknown Lynn Whipple. 

My focal point was Great Aunt Irma.  John's great auntie turned 106 on Sept 5th.  Up until May she was living alone in her own home.  Because of worsening vision, she now lives in a home

 I gathered papers and what nots to collage on to my canvas.

 Then Lynn had us paint over everything but the focal point and parts we wanted to incorporate.

With some added painting, lettering and dot to dots, plus some shading here and there resulted in the final product:

This final picture epitomizes Aunt Irma.  She is and has always been a lady; meticulously coiffed and dressed.
Five foot two, eyes of blue, she ALWAYS wears her high heel shoes.

  Irma grew up on a farm and then lived on a farm all her married life.  You would find her scurrying up a ladder, hoeing her vegetables, hanging out wash, painting the barn, doing her oil paintings wearing her low heeled pumps.  The first time I met her she was on the barn roof helping Uncle Harold repair a leak......in her heels.  I asked her if she shouldn't be wearing tennis shoes or something safer and she gave me a haughty look, pulled herself up tall and said.
"any darn fool can wear those new fangled shoes but it takes someone special to wear your own style."
I never doubted her again.  I know if she could see the finished product she would be tickled pink...her favorite color.