I know what you're saying though I can't draw or paint, unless you're talking about drywall, and even that's questionable. But I get you're work and understand the connection.
When I was little, maybe a couple years after the abuse, our horse was running wild around the pasture, clearly disturbed about something. I opened the gate to get closer to her, and as soon as I did, she ran right at me. For a second I thought she'd run right over me but she stopped just to one side of me. Right in front of me on one of her lower ribs was a bee, stinging her. I brushed the bee off and then had to go back and pull out the stinger. I petted her and she calmed down.