It is perhaps the most frequently asked question and I refer to my blog every time for an answer, but I just found out that it has been a few years since I wrote about this. So time for a new blog about painting as therapy and why it doesn't produce boys!
It has now been over 11 years since I fell ill. I always call it that, but to this day it is not entirely clear what I had. In any case, I couldn't do anything anymore; I was so tired that even walking a few metres to the toilet was a huge task. There appeared to be a lot going on with me and after a few months I found myself in a room full of cans of paint, brushes, craft materials, clay and pencils. I already felt like a fish out of water in that space, but I also found it all terrifying. Until my therapist gave me a box of water colours, it was small, gave no mess... I dared.
So I got creative therapy; I had already discovered in the months preceding this that I did enjoy being creative. I had even taken out my old 'children's colouring pencils' that I had kept. But in this therapy I learned to express myself in a different way. I could comfort myself with cosy, safe, warm little drawings. Sometimes I drew myself in a tent of rugs, or hidden in a blanket. Almost always with unofficial assistance dog Bram. And I never stopped.
I think you can kind of see the answer coming by now? So I still draw as therapy. By now I know I have PTSD (among other things), I often feel anxious and I can't process many stimuli. The world is too intense for me. What helps me is to do what I did 11 years ago: paint what helps me. Comfort me, cheer me up, let me relax. Giving myself what I need.
Yes definitely! And that really is a dream come true! But that doesn't mean I only have to think about 'what the customer wants'. Admittedly, it would be much more convenient from a business point of view if I did that a bit more, but I promised myself that I want to live on my terms.
One of those conditions is that I am free to make what I want and what I need, so that I stay healthy. Because it is still therapy. Of course, quite a few projects have come in between, but always with the aim that I would really like to hold the final product in my hands and find it very helpful. For instance, I wanted to live more with the seasons and so I made a planner that focuses on exactly that. I felt quite anxious for a while, so I made a card deck 'trust' and I still find puzzling fun and relaxing!
Well, maybe my approach is not professional no, but I know by now that in this world there is a great need for authenticity, warmth, safety and thus cosiness! I also regularly receive e-mails with sweet reactions and stories about how helpful my art is. Fantastic right? I may not be very professional, but I do believe I bring something into the world that many more people need, so let's keep spreading it together!
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4 responses
Totally agree with you! Just paint what makes you happy. Although I did find a 'man person' here and there on your images 😉
Just stick to yourself. There is so much beautiful art in the world. Love!
Very recognisable 😊
I first started painting myself 9 years ago, when I was in a burnout. My paintings are very personal and always about my life, so I (woman) often appear in them. Just as you are the main character in your diary.
Besides, women tend to be a bit more fun to portray, in terms of clothing and hairstyle (sorry men).
Keep up the good work and be proud of those women in your artworks!
The questions and answers touch and move me. Better describing why you do things your way and why is really very beautiful and powerful. I can totally relate to that. Authenticity, warmth, safety, cosiness, your art...it's like it's also about me, I can totally relate. Inspiring too, I wrote to you recently...special that all this came my way 🙂
I know that your drawings make me very happy. They are good the way they are and your drawings work therapeutically for me. Love