Internal Monologue



Plastic mask, covered with paper and paint 

I had never considered myself creative, quite the opposite in fact,  until I started having mental health struggles and a counsellor  suggested I try art therapy.  My initial response was “NO WAY, I’m not artistic at all”, but I decided to give it a try anyway.  I needed to do something, something different to the self destructive path I was on, and I fell in love … with art.  I still struggle with my inner critic, A LOT, but the beauty of art is that there is no right or wrong, there is just art. It’s a way of communicating what words alone can’t say, whether it’s an entry into the Archibald Prize or a sculpture made from paddle pop sticks, it’s all self expression.