Drawing for me can be like hard work. I’ll settle into it for hours on end, even though I may find it stressful or frustrating. I’m not one to find my myself fully enjoying the process. I mean, I don’t consider myself very talented but I do my best to represent something which has had some thought behind it. I like to convey different meanings and messages through the medium.
I can freshly remember many years back where I first started to seriously contemplate sitting down to put ink or pencil to paper on a regular basis. I was going through a particularly difficult period and I would cover a page of A4 paper fully with an abstract representation for the suffering I was going through. It had a very tribal feel to it, done in black ball point pen – to me, I’d done something I didn’t think I had it in me to do. Out of an unseen imagination I’d created something uniquely my own in material form to see. An expression of my own personal experience.
It seems the importance of our creative natures is often underplayed when it comes to our health in contemporary society. At times it can be the only action necessary to remedy what has stricken us down, amongst all the common treatments meant to fix up just right. I had a vision once of people healing themselves by combining creative arts in talking therapy sessions. Where people could speak their mind through their pictures, words or music when their voice was no longer adequate enough. By unifying all aspects of healing to suit an individuals needs we cater to the very core and essence of that person. Why settle for anything else?
Ramblings in Solitude 
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