Simple poem about how busy our life become to the degree we simple forget to live and end up cancelling appointment with our own existence...Put the phone down today and forget about emails for 10 minutes, sit and read...
Sometimes you can find yourself confused and questioning what is that all life and passing time about? Are we living to the deepest level or just passing by...
Reflection on passing time and aging, when we suddenly come to realisation this is it- time has come. This was prompt by my family situation but there are often other moments in life when we ask "it that it, now?".
The essence of my belonging
The bone of bold existence
Place where the whispers are born
From uncertainty of unknown.
Becoming scream of loudness
For the place where it all started
Even before we were all born
For the centre of living
For the moment of being
For the time of never lasting
I am longing forever.
Art journaling, visual journaling or simply personal, creative diary- many names but also many people who can confirm that that form of art has a massive healing capability. Books are and have been the personal thoughts collectors for centuries. From written forms to more expressive ones- journal is always the trusted companion. Gradually my art journaling practice took me on this journey as discovered more and more that it can heal, reveal, tell me so much that is beyond possibility of expressing with words. Inspired by work with others and guiding them on this self-discovery journey I decided to release new series on You Tube channel. After the initial “Subconscious collage” followed by “Behind the journals” series this time I am taking a plunge into a strongly therapeutic aspect of visual journaling. Join me!
I looked at my artwork gallery recently through the lenses of collection I gathered and published on Instagram. All small square pictures pop out once you scroll down your profile- probably the only visual social platform's feature that I enjoy. I looked at all those boosting journals, crazy patches of colours, my inner landscapes emerging from book pages, sketches with uncontrolled lines, contrasting visual ideas, colours that would rather not meet on a colour wheel, the images I created from invisible consciousness and visible expression. And I came to one conclusion about the art I devoted my time to. I try to tame the chaos- chaos of my mind that can only be partly expressed through the colours, shapes, lines, forms and layers. My art often starts with chaos and free expression to the limits of how much visual can I put on the page/canvas. Then I start navigating through those shapes to find my way and new path to peace...
I did lots of work with expressive way of art journaling, abstracts and pure colours combinations. Work that mainly depends on intuitive way of working without preparations referring to subject matter either without final picture in mind. All that led me to further understanding and discovering how powerful tool art may become in our hands and minds at the same time. Purely expressive and therapeutic aspect is just a beautiful stream of exploration what we may find more challenging to discover in direct way. However recently thanks to return to the traditional form and medium which is pencil drawing I have found unexpectedly a new avenue of expression: using representational type of art for deeper exploration of human connection with the object and actually going beyond the object itself...
There are times in our lives when we simply, without wanting either willing, have to abandon creativity. Life gets tough, life takes over. The problem arises when this period becomes prolonged and we start struggling to actually come back to where we were. Our routines and creative habits are gone and we find it easier to find excuses to stay away from creating rather than going back. Then it takes longer again and we start feeling like nothing is worth creating unless it is good enough and that “good enough” is another obstacle resulting in fear of creating.
Paint and pain can be moved, pushed beyond boundaries, crushed into other paint, smudged and splashed. Pretty much like human emotions- isn’t it? Recently I started the journey of moving paint in my abstract visual journals in order to see how processing mental and emotional states of mind can be done this way. Can your emotions be pushed beyond boundaries just to be blended with contrasting one in seconds later? Sounds like a familiar state of mind? Sounds like a moving paint process…
What is an act of creating? How would you define it? Beyond the concept of art, on general perspective, act of creation is making things happen, making something from something else, making choice what and how to create. There is not a single act of creativity without freedom. Freedom is streaming through creativity like its constant companion and condition for things to happen. We need to feel free to choose what and how to create to have the sense of creativity being worth an effort. We need freedom to create and be free to create truly-that strong however simple realisation came to my mind recently after delivering expressive arts therapeutic session to dementia patients.