Wrapped in Thin Brown Skin
This blog is the repository of the products of my experiment into creativity.
My purpose in exploring creativity as a healing tool is to identify my own blindspots through the process of art, while documenting the process through a record of visual and textual work, for other's to reference in their own search for healing.
I have discovered that the act of creating art can have liberating moments, called FLOW. When this occurs,images, words, concepts locked deep in the subconscious can find escape into the light of day. The end product, a lyric, a poem, a painting, whatever can then be examined like one might examine their dreams.
This scrap book called "Wrapped in thin brown skin" is the beginning of naming what previously couldn't be named, it is the beginning of revealing what previously couldn't be seen, it is the beginning of recognising, confronting and finally ascending the inner hell of PTSD.
The name is taken from a poem called Instinct, documenting the last time I saw my brother. It was during this night that I found my personal power, it was this night that I began to glimpse the truth that my anger, my outrage, my strength was mine to wield, so long as I used it to protect and deflect personal attacks against myself, and others within my influence of protection. Of course it took me nearly 15 years to fully understand the fruits of this lesson, but this was the night the particular fruit of self reliance was seeded in my mind and heart.
My purpose in exploring creativity as a healing tool is to identify my own blindspots through the process of art, while documenting the process through a record of visual and textual work, for other's to reference in their own search for healing.
I have discovered that the act of creating art can have liberating moments, called FLOW. When this occurs,images, words, concepts locked deep in the subconscious can find escape into the light of day. The end product, a lyric, a poem, a painting, whatever can then be examined like one might examine their dreams.
This scrap book called "Wrapped in thin brown skin" is the beginning of naming what previously couldn't be named, it is the beginning of revealing what previously couldn't be seen, it is the beginning of recognising, confronting and finally ascending the inner hell of PTSD.
The name is taken from a poem called Instinct, documenting the last time I saw my brother. It was during this night that I found my personal power, it was this night that I began to glimpse the truth that my anger, my outrage, my strength was mine to wield, so long as I used it to protect and deflect personal attacks against myself, and others within my influence of protection. Of course it took me nearly 15 years to fully understand the fruits of this lesson, but this was the night the particular fruit of self reliance was seeded in my mind and heart.
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