how I have been missing myself
I am just out of the hospital. And feel like I don't want to talk about my life anymore on LJ. Or at least not in this way I used to do it.
My 7 weeks of therapy have opened me again to myself, and made me more confident I think. I have hope ta see it improve my sense of relationships.
Anyway, I have taken time this morning to upload my productions within the art therapy sessions, so there you go:
This is a group exercise, when each one was adding their trace. I was the one drawind the eye, and that way making it a tropical bird...
This is a larger version of the exercise when, eyes closed, we had to take 2 different colors and draw as listening to the music. Then, we had to frame the part of our work which was for us the most meaningful.
It was some lazz playing.
Then, here are some portraits.
Each time, the therapist asked me to lie down in any position I found confortable, traced my figure, and then I had to fill it.
The fist time, I chose my foetus position, the one I take to sleep.
Then I sort of broke free...
For this exercise, the therapist, the nurse and I all lied in a random position and then had to trace each other's figure. I did the therapist one, and the nurse did me. I did not took the last one.
Well, I think the things I learnt from all this was mostly how to accept someone else's trace on my work, and to accept to make and be proud of things that weren't well done, or beautiful, or so, but just accept them as 'beings'. Then, well, I think I mimicked others techniques, and set myself free with movements, and shapes, and colors. We worked on involving one's body into art, from hands to ears, and feet, and all.
I also achieved things from and for myself, that I might share as well later.
My 7 weeks of therapy have opened me again to myself, and made me more confident I think. I have hope ta see it improve my sense of relationships.
Anyway, I have taken time this morning to upload my productions within the art therapy sessions, so there you go:
This is a group exercise, when each one was adding their trace. I was the one drawind the eye, and that way making it a tropical bird...
This is a larger version of the exercise when, eyes closed, we had to take 2 different colors and draw as listening to the music. Then, we had to frame the part of our work which was for us the most meaningful.
It was some lazz playing.
Then, here are some portraits.
Each time, the therapist asked me to lie down in any position I found confortable, traced my figure, and then I had to fill it.
The fist time, I chose my foetus position, the one I take to sleep.
Then I sort of broke free...
For this exercise, the therapist, the nurse and I all lied in a random position and then had to trace each other's figure. I did the therapist one, and the nurse did me. I did not took the last one.
Well, I think the things I learnt from all this was mostly how to accept someone else's trace on my work, and to accept to make and be proud of things that weren't well done, or beautiful, or so, but just accept them as 'beings'. Then, well, I think I mimicked others techniques, and set myself free with movements, and shapes, and colors. We worked on involving one's body into art, from hands to ears, and feet, and all.
I also achieved things from and for myself, that I might share as well later.