I've been turning to art recently to express myself. During the long hard process of healing from abuse, the art was squeezed out of me. It was often dark or angry-red zig-zags. These were very important to me to give form and validation to my feelings. Then it became child-scapes, pastels of my little girl in wondrous worlds, visions of the life I could have.
Now, having completed my memoir of healing (which is still looking for an agent), I feel new openings. To make my abstract art I need to experiment and play, without critical voices to stop me. I need to listen to color and form and above all, trust my intuition. Of course there are amazing days and discouraging days. But my inner child and I have a lot of fun with it, and the path of art is a model for the path of my life unfolding.