Art Therapy | the symbolic thread

I’m not a wordsmith and I’m comfortable with that. I tend to see images, form, movement and colour in my mind when I try to grasp a way of expression. Sometimes words are there, they pop in unexpectedly but with power and I embrace those moments. It appeals to my wounded intellectual. I have thought long and hard about the way my words find me. Often they are plucked from a diffuse field of vicarious knowledge but sometimes it’s like a torch shining through shelves of books in a library and fixing with great focus on a particular experience or remembrance.

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