14 Secrets to a Happy Artists life, and one of her posts focused on this question. It really got me thinking about my life now, as an artist and as an art therapist.
I was born with a congenital heart condition, and as an only child growing up in Chicago, I spent alot of time alone, often in the hospital, and when not, missing school often, rarely playing outside with other children.
I was pretty lonely, and art became my best friend, my ally, and my constant companion.
I self soothed, created imaginary friends and worlds, and lost myself for hours in lovely fantasy.
This rich inner world, stayed with me my whole life, and after having open heart surgery on my 13th birthday, I threw myself into life and activity.
But artmaking stayed with me, throughout my life and shaped my life into the one it is today.
As a child, I remember often looking down from our third floor window watching the kids in the alley and courtyard, riding bikes, playing with hoola hoops and on the swings. I felt like an outsider and wanted to belong.
And even though making art made me happy I wanted to do it with others... Whenever I was sick, my parents would give me another paint by numbers set, or kit for weaving pot holders. I loved to make different things, use my hands, and build little people out of mushed up toilet paper, making up stories and traveling across the united states in our long hallway with my handmade paper doll friends....
As I fast forward to my life now, I see that I live a life now that allows me to do art with others, share all the different art processes I have learned, and offer others the opportunity to explore the healing realms of their imagination.
Why do you do what you do? Ciao