Joy - Creating my Image
Thirty plus years ago my mother was killed, run over by a car. This was the issue/situation I brought to Tam's workshop. I don't do this sort of thing as a rule so it was hard to convert what I felt onto paper, when not in words.
I realised that losing my mother had exploded my world into pieces and that is what I tried to draw, fragments of my life/self. Flying!
A friend, who did the workshop with me, commented on my "flower" picture. Flowers, where did she see flowers? She said they would be scattering their seeds where they flew.
That was a whole new image for me and has changed my perspective.
Since then I have realised that my mother had represented strength for me that I didn't know in myself. In drawing the scattering of myself I was given an opportunity to find the way to myself/Self and create the rock within me.
Joy Thomas, Bereavement Counsellor
I realised that losing my mother had exploded my world into pieces and that is what I tried to draw, fragments of my life/self. Flying!
A friend, who did the workshop with me, commented on my "flower" picture. Flowers, where did she see flowers? She said they would be scattering their seeds where they flew.
That was a whole new image for me and has changed my perspective.
Since then I have realised that my mother had represented strength for me that I didn't know in myself. In drawing the scattering of myself I was given an opportunity to find the way to myself/Self and create the rock within me.
Joy Thomas, Bereavement Counsellor
