A healing pathway in my journey home from Psychosis.
Art has been a gift from the heavens for me or more specifically, my Grandma Michelle. Little bits of water color bring peace in ways I thought unimaginable.
A silent mind. A struggle sometimes.
Without her help I’ve been able to progress, or rather start learning to use water colors to help express my emotions and let out the bad stuff.
I feel it in my bad, a light airy feeling in my hands. Emotions returning from the anger of the past.
It just reminded me how important advice from the elderly is.
Thought I would share our work in comparison today…
Hopefully a lot more progress and art to come for me!
My Grandmas work of course, a beautiful woman and artist.
More of Grandmas beautiful color pallets, she’s shy to share her work so I’ll share it for her.
My own work of the same tree, along without my improved work as the header. I feel better today and wanted to share the good news for my future self.
Here’s a reminder of where I started.
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