Love and hate
She sits with her back turned to all the things that fill her heart. She’s done with it, turns away from it. While working on the drawing, she thinks that she can let go… Lees meer.
Category: Experiences
We would like to share stories that arise in art therapy. Experiences that are gained, snapshots so to speak. Here we let the work speak and show what a piece of work can do to someone and also vice versa: what someone can do with a piece of work. It literally gives a picture of what art therapy can mean. The experiences are all anonymous and in no way traceable to the person who made the work.
A forgotten hobby
This is her first visit, and she is a bit shy at first. Then she sees magazines on the tables and her face starts to glow…Are we going to make collages? Or scrapbooking? I… Lees meer.
Balance
She came to me for therapy two months ago. Completely confused:“I can’t choose, I can’t choose”“What should I choose now?”‘I don’t know…’‘What should I do now?’ What steps she has taken!She was stuck in… Lees meer.
The lonely road
She has already put a lot of misery behind her and worked her way through the chaos. She is now walking on the open land, but it is not completely quiet yet… She has… Lees meer.
A Parallel reality..
If it hadn’t been for the war, I would have been on vacation right now. Every year I go on vacation for 3 weeks in which I always went to the mountains, to the… Lees meer.
The trap..
She’s stuck, it hurts just to look at it. And yet, there is also a lot of positivity in it – her resilience comes out. She has to go through it, she has no… Lees meer.
I don’t want to be an adult
Living in her own world, in her own garden with flowers and large trees. Running away from all the choices she has to make, the worries she carries. She wants to stay in her… Lees meer.
Blossom time
She draws herself from a grid and a circle. She likes fairy tales and princess dresses, so she gives herself a fairy tale dress. Her heart is central, that’s what matters. That is the… Lees meer.
Life strategy
I wanted to make a face. The eyes are yellow, for they are the light of the soul. I wanted to shape the contours of the face, but I couldn’t figure it out. Then… Lees meer.
How do you know when it’s ready?
Thoughtfully, she goes to work with a torn piece of paper. Layer after layer is applied and a landscape of emotions is created. That’s how she called it herself. She senses what is happening… Lees meer.
