Art therapy - share your work here

[Changing4Best]

However, photography was a great love of mine and a very serious attention to detail and all that. I loved taking photos and doing so was most therapeutic. I have 100s of them I can share and will do so here now and then, since the doing of them was so much of a happy occasion for me, both the taking of the photo and the "tweeking" of it in my various softwares. This one was obviously taken with my camera that died.

 

[WishfulThinking123]

@Mal Content loved the gifts you gave to your therapy group members, what a thoughtful and lovely idea! I'm sure they were touched by them :)

 

[Changing4Best]

I live in the mountains.... LOVE the mountains. I love the sea too though.

 

[Changing4Best]

Photography for me was most therapeutic, when I had a good camera. Seeing creation and sharing the beauty of it was so crucial to my wellbeing when I was doing this on a regular basis. Then when my camera died, I was heart broken. This new camera just does not want to cooperate with my laptop. I am not that tech savvy, so that is at least 50% of the problem. Even so, I had some supposed computer experts trying to help me with it awhile back, and they could not solve the problem either. It could be that the two things are just not compatible. Oh well....

 

[Changing4Best]

One day I went around my home and took photos of just all sorts of things. This is one of some fabric that I had hanging on my wall. I love butterflies, so taking this photo made me happy. Butterflies are a symbol of God's Spirit to me. They are a very special thing that I love to see in nature. I did get to take a photo of a real one once, I will have to look for it in my thumb drive and see if I can share it here.

 

[Changing4Best]

This is it! I finally caught one live once. That is not easy to do. They flitter around a lot, but this one sat still for just a moment. I was entranced.

 

[Changing4Best]

This is a painting, sorry it is out of focus, I took it with my "new" camera, before giving up on it. No matter how I worked with it, it would not focus on a work of art!
here it is smaller, maybe it is a better view then?

 

[mumstheword]

I'm not so much a visual artist, although I was more of one as a youngster and then trauma overload and a discouraging art teacher had me give up on it for the most part. I have enjoyed doodling and the odd attempt but I wasn't very happy with my end products. I am going to learn zentangling though, awaiting a book I saw advertised on this site. Soon to buy some supplies and then I'm on my way.

I have done a lot of performance art though, mostly singing, dancing, some drumming, and other percussion and a little theatre.

I also love to write, songs and.poems mostly. Here's one I wrote not long after joining this site, when my main support person was away,.I left my phone somewhere and I did some writing and composing just to cope.


Healer heal thyself, they say
and some say nay to this

Come what may, I'll rue the day
That I don't follow this

I started out a trauma victim
from a very young age

Beside myself, I lived without
To flee, I accessed rage

I crawled across the raging sea
The blinding grass

This failing me

I cried, I could not see
a way out

I contemplated suicide

I nearly died

I dived right in

A relationship carried me

to Rocky shores

I wasn't sure, I wasn't well
but I did love indeed

I dived, i swam, i circled round
I found that i could swim

I flit, i slipped
Did I fit?
I really didn't know

I ripped, I tore
I trembled true

I harvested what I'd sown

I was shown the light, I'd say

An All Pervading Peace

A power,

A proposal

A pervasive Presence

A collective way right through ...
the maya, mayhem, malarkey, malice and millieu ...
that messes,
mindf*cks mightily,
malligning Matrix Mu

Can You see? Can you?

Can You Love what's true?

Can You treat and seat the sight that sees and frees?

Not fights, but rights wrongs, radically?

Redressing lessening longing,
bringing belonging back

This track is tried and true but new
It's me and you!

Tooroo!

Written by me, 1/10/17

 

[mumstheword]

Oh, i just wanted to add that I adore this thread and you are all amazing, inspiring and beautiful creative souls with soooooooo much to offer!

Thank you Mal Content for starting it!!!!!

 

[mumstheword]

I'm just gonna write away...inspired.

They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger
But what about when things depreciate you?
Debilitate you? Demoralize you? Break you?
Confound you? Confuse you? Conive you?
Conspire against you? Exploit you? Pollute you? Refute you? Invalidate you? Hate you?
Disable you? Retail you? Enslave you? Deprave you? Deprive you? Lie to you?
Betray you? Slay you in tiny increments, daily, taunting and derailing, cutting and nailing, crusifying, ridiculing and ruling over you?
Reducing you, a wrecked remain of what should have been; How strong am I then?
I will tell you, for I live to tell the tale.
I am gracious, growing, tender, humbler, slower, kinder, milder, tentative, scared and scarred but baring what I can. Wiser, wilder, wilted but built to last. Stronger? I'm not so sure, but deeper, that's for sure.

 

[mumstheword]

Gonna write to cheer myself up, not having an easy time of it at all.
I've no idea what I'm going to write, but here goes ...

I'm sitting in the bathroom
It's raining outside
The storm rages on deep inside
too

I'm wondering when It will abate

How it grates, this fate
The drop drop plip plop
I'm not well
I can't remember when I was
And coming to term's with it's hard
because

The slip slop flip flop
dinky die dilemma

Isn't easy to sell
And it doesn't jell with many

It's nightmares that don't stop in the day
And there isn't any
Cure

You're crazy, you're cray cray
They say
meanly
An abuser told them so

No, I've been too hurt
It's branded me all the way through
and I can't get a job
I've been robbed of my childhood
No body's given me "fair go"
And I don't know what to do

My man is a trauma victim too
His brain got beaten to a pulp
But he survived
Without him, I truly think
I would've died

We have each other, which is more than some can say
So I guess I'll stick around
at least another day

We'll push on through
Find a way to stick It too
All those that hurt us

Success is the best revenge
So I'm not giving up
Just have to pull ourselves up
By the boot strings

And figure it out
No doubt we can find a way
And things will pan out
til the end of the day

I'm a woman who sings
And has plenty to say
Now I've found my voice
I've lots more choice
With a heart that brings it
Yooray

 

[WishfulThinking123]

@mumstheword I love the poem you just wrote! It's so beautiful and I can feel the pain and yet resilience and strength throughout!