People begin taking steps in their art journey for a variety of reasons.
For many, it is their first dive into something they have long wished to try: creativity that has always steeped in the background that is finally getting a chance to be expressed.
For others who have an art background but do something completely different in their career, doing lessons is time set aside for something enjoyable: a hobby, and they understand that creativity thrives in collaboration or alongside other creatives.
But for a select few, there is a deep emotional reason that rises from trauma and art is another way of dealing with pain. When I have clients who come to me for this reason, the art lesson itself becomes very client-led. I am there in the capacity of art instructor and assistant, and sometimes as a sharer of their pain for a little while. I help them express what they need to. I walk with them into their pain, and listen as needed. I don't offer advice, nor do I take over in their art direction. I am not a therapist. I see my role as one of honor,in which I'm allowed to walk alongside them in their journey of healing, simply by helping them do what is needed. That is all. Yet it is a lot.
Last month, I was able to offer a bit of art time to a group of amazing teachers. I am a huge supporter of the public school, and our teachers are giving on the front lines. Sometimes, they get so busy giving, that they forget to give themselves a bit of time for themselves.
We had a little over an hour. Which is a limited time to really get lost in painting. So, I chose a simple stencil and collage project. But what I love the most is the variety that you see on the table here. The difference in each person's artwork, the personalities that show through. That is the beauty of art.