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Creative Expression:
Creative Expression is the exploration of art media, dance, movement, sound, or music with the agenda of play and to give a
voice to feelings, thoughts, and the unexpected. The creation is not meant to be amazing or a finished artwork for presentation.
This is not for sale or for the viewer to judge. The creator's journey is meditative and guided by the next indicated step. This
practice ties the creator to their internal guiding force and brings new insight and release. Creative Expression often reveals our
side that is hidden and would be embarrassing to display in public. If we have some way of connecting with this shadow, we can
heal and learn from it, without it taking over our social life.
"To confront a person with his own shadow is to show him his own light." - Carl Jung
Created in 2011
This image came from a week of fluid yoga with Angela Farmer,
where she spoke often of feeling the roots extending from our
heels, toes, and even hips. These roots extend down into the earth,
centering our body and allowing us to expand upward, branching out.
The most important part of this image to me is the freedom of expression
and the flow of the twisting lines moving in all directions.
Created in 2009 & 2010
This painting was created first and the poetry came about two years later, but both acknowledge the same event. I found it
interesting that the mat board became so wet, that it pealed. This happened just on the body area and the skin pealed off to
reveal veins created naturally, by the markers and water. Before I created this image, I felt worried and after I am much more a
peace. Writing about my inappropriate thoughts, helps me accept both the death and myself.
CONVENIENTLY
How conveniently you sit there with me
All the people you wanted
To pay attention to you are all here
Surrounding you with their tears
So conveniently for you to rest and break
You carry the shadow side of our insanity
And motion, you and your illness
Your dis Ease, me and my disease
I’m uneasy that you have stopped
If I stop, I will feel
All the things I am running from
Making jokes about
And pushing down
You and your continual frown
Sitting in your hospital bed
You and your dead
Finally have the time of all of these
Care taking on you
I too will turn blue
I’m jealous of your inactivity
And I still can’t define jealousy
I want to rest
Holding your blue hand still
What do I want
If I can bring it up
It won’t kill me before I’m ready
If this is life, then I’ll die now
But can I change it, do I know how?
Your blue life is a window in my heart
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