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Dialectical Behavioral Painting
Painting is therapy. Trust me. I used to be a therapist. Three years ago, I taught Dialectical Behavioral Therapy in a state-run facility working with severely and persistently ill individuals. Dialectics is essentially holding on to self-acceptance while changing who you are. Contradictory I know. It is like believing two things at the same time. Actually, that is exactly what I used to tell people when I was trying to sum it up.
By Rachelle Ottesen5 years ago in Humans
My Dream Life
What fulfills oneself? This has so many meanings to everyone. For some, it is simply to make money. For others, it is to have a family. For myself, it is through helping others feel good about themselves. As a cosmetologist, seeing my client's reactions to their new look thrills me beyond words. My favorite is when they just can't stop looking in the mirror with a smile on their face. Constantly touching their hair or swishing it back and forth. Like many others, I have an equivalent to that for myself. For me, it is through FX makeup looks. Turning my own face into a creature from the beyond, or a movie, anime, imagination, etc. Transforming myself, makes me smile (or growl) into the mirror. As I am not one to take pictures of myself, even I find it easy to do so after a makeup look or challenge. Branching into prosthetics takes it that much further. As I see myself transform into another being entirely.
By Marleen Nish5 years ago in Humans
Furniture Artist: George Nakashima
George Nakashima was born on 24th May 1905 in Washington. He completed his graduation in architecture in 1929 and masters form M.I.T. He was an American furniture artist. He made appreciable contributions to the furniture industry. He was known for his innovative ideas in the woodwork industry. George Nakashima coffee table is very famous worldwide.
By Jacob Walker5 years ago in Humans
A stitch in time
At five years old , she’s perched on phone books to reach the sewing machine. Grandma gently guides her hand as she pushes the floor pedal .”You are doing good sweetie” she whispers . We sew together creating a square, leaving two inches to turn the square and add beans. “You just made a bean bag!” Grandma squeaks with delight. The five year old chimes in laughing . The excitement builds as she fills the bag full of beans and sews it closed. She’s eager to make more, giving one to everyone in the family. This sparked something deeply within her. The desire to create something from nothing. By the time she was seven years old , she had moved on to larger and more complicated projects. Grandma had a favorite dress that was damaged at the cleaners. Instead of tossing it out , grandma asks “Are you ready to make yourself a dress?” Of course the answer was a hard yes! This would prove to be more difficult since a pattern had to be constructed before the sewing even started. Grandma explains as simply as she could to that eager seven year old. The task was daunting , an A-line dress with a lining, the young girl jumped right in eager to learn. The dress turns out amazing as the young girl proudly wears it to church that Sunday. No one could believe she made it herself. The smile never left her face that day, everyone was so impressed with her skills. “Surely God has given her a wonderful talent!” Grandma boosts to the parishioners .
By Dixie Legan5 years ago in Humans
Painting is LIFE!
Painting is LIFE! I have been a registered nurse for nearly eight years, but due to unforeseen health issues related to a rare inherited genetic disorder, Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, my pelvis is unstable. To avoid using any foreign medical jargon, one of the load-bearing joints that connect my pelvis to my spine, has become hypermobile meaning my joint moves too much. This has caused my pelvis to become unstable; I experience multiple dislocations of the joint and chronic, debilitating pain. As a nurse, working on my feet for countless hours, was no longer an option for me. I was faced with an impossible decision to stop working, face the loss of income, and come to terms with the fact that my lifelong dreams of being a nurse would be over. So, after months of attempting to treat my joint issue with injections, a nerve burning procedure, and a spinal cord stimulator trial in hopes of reducing my pain, I stopped working in September 2020 and have not been able to work since then. Even sitting, bending over, and walking for long periods has become impossible. I am currently waiting for a joint fusion surgery as a last resort to be able to live a full life without endless, relenting pain. With the loss of income, depression and guilt set in, and dealing with continuous pain, I began painting.
By Katie Foster5 years ago in Humans
