art
Art of an introspective nature; a look at artwork that reveals the artist's psyche and comments on the inner workings of a chaotic mind.
The spirit of creation and its' affect on mental health
Rock n' roll and mental health awareness have one thing in common, society has taken its' time to accept both. I have anxiety in the same way I love rock n' roll... I just always have. At the end of everything, everyone has that one thing that quiets the chaos inside of them. That something is a way to express self care and self love, as well as a way to spread love for the human experience. For me, that is the liquid light show, a dying art made famous by early rock n' roll. The liquid light show was made famous by the hippies, looking for the psychedelic visual counterpart to bands like Led Zepplin and Pink Floyd. It was a strange fusion of art and basic chemistry, all glued together via an overhead projector and colored fluids. I knew I loved doing it and I loved how raw I could be with it.
By Hayley Buzek4 years ago in Psyche
The Rabbit Hole
I am an over-the-top personality. I overthink, overlove, over feel, over stress, etc.-it is all or nothing, which is not invariably a negative aspect of my personality when channeled in the right areas. My extremities have helped me to accumulated over fifteen years of experience with insomnia-which comes in waves. Waves of countless replays of things I could have done better or different in my life-reminders of immature mistakes that are set in stone forever. Waves of empathy I feel for people I may have hurt ten years ago. Insomnia is endless reels playing on inner eyelids. I do not come with an off switch, and I have been looking for one for a long time-trust me. These shoulders get heavy, and there are times when I am exhausted and screaming out to no one, “I need a freakin’ break!”
By Franchessica Hannawacker 5 years ago in Psyche
Wearable Weapons
I bought 75 pounds of TSA confiscated scissors from eBay. It was 2008 and I was preparing for my MFA thesis project. I was in NYC completing my creative degree 7 years after the Twin Towers had fallen and TSA had made a bunch of new rules to protect us all from the threat of “Weapons of Mass Destruction.” Does having our scissors and other sharp objects confiscated from our bags, suitcases and purses help keep us all safe?
By Carrie Mae Rose5 years ago in Psyche
The Metaphysical Properties and Healing Properties with Shiva Eye Shells
Hindu God, Shiva A.K.A, Mahadeva (Love) Shiva Eye History The Shive Eye is named after a Hindu God, Shiva A.K.A, Mahadeva (Love). It is genuinely believed that the existence of Shiva is beyond a moment in time and space. As a Supreme Spirit in Shaivism, Shiva is still one of the major traditions within Hinduism to this day. It was believed in India that there was a god of lust and a god of love. During this time, the story explains that Shiva (God of Love) became disturbed by Kamadeva (God of Lust) and so he opened his Third Eye (fierce and fiery eye) and charred Kamadeva (God of Lust) to ashes for shooting an arrow at his heart. It is a firm belief that it is a “trap door” to the Gods Third Eye found in many Hindu legends of the God.
By Harley Marie5 years ago in Psyche
Emotional Block
Since I was a little girl, I looked up to beauty. Aesthetics is the mother of ethics, Brodsky said. I live it in what I do, what I speak, what I think, and what I have to share. But I could never dare to call myself an artist. This question didn't arise even when, during big moves, I packed two suitcases of personal belongings and nine chests of art tools and supplies. To be an artist is a holy mission. I am too little of a human to aspire that high.
By Anastasiia Stu5 years ago in Psyche
Steering with Scissors: A social worker’s story
King Arthur has Excalibur, Thor has his hammer, Glenda has her wand and Harold has his purple crayon. My superpower is using creativity in my journey through life’s hills and valleys, its twists and turns. And I have my scissors to help me accomplish that.
By Beth Imperial-Rogers5 years ago in Psyche
Doodling Against Depression
When I was twenty years old, I was diagnosed with Schizoaffective disorder. It is a smaller subset of psychotic disorder that is a mixture between Bipolar Disorder and Schizophrenia. I was at the time an active duty Marine who knew my career was over. I was ashamed of my actions that had come about during my psychotic episodes. I was barely human, I couldn't put together coherent sentence together to explain how I was feeling and what I was seeing. I had auditory hallucinations that told me to kill myself or other people I would see. I was in and out of inpatient care and I did not want to live anymore. I was put into a program that helped military personel who had developed psychiatric problems while in service to help us with the transition into civilian life. One piece of the program was we had mandatory classes we were sent to try to find hobbies to help with stress and depression. I chose to take a meditation class as well as an art class. My meditation teacher was a very sweet lady from Brazil. She would teach us many breathing methods and at the end of class she would lead us in a guided meditation. This class was very helpful in giving me a chance to gain my bearings for the day. Shortly after the meditation group I went to an art class. In this class I got to play around with many different forms of art and fell in love with abstract art. I felt as if I could explain to people how I felt in that moment, even if I was suicidal I could express it. After many months of being in this program I was addmitted once again to the inpatient wing. I had expressed to the Marine on Duty that weekend that I had no will to live another day and I wanted real help or I would follow through with my own demise. He sat with me in the emergency room for hours. I was feeling awkward and vulnerable and he asked if I had any hobbies. I told him I had played football in high school and liked to go hiking but I was not able to do these things anymore due to being involved in the program for so long. He expressed to me that he loved photography. It was something I never expected from such a big strong man, who until this day had always been mean to me. He showed me his social media posts from all of his photoshoots. He would go on long walks in nature and take shots of the scenes he came across. He had many pictures from the San Diego Zoo as well. I could tell that he was truly in love with his hobby he had found and was jealous of his luck to find his passion. He was interested in my visual hallucinations and asked me if I could draw. I told him that I liked to paint a little bit but it was very abstract and looked horrible to be completely honest. He told me that I should try my hardest to paint or draw what I see on a weekly basis and that I would get better with practice. I took him up on that offer and I have found my strange doodles to be very helpful in showing people in my life what I see without feeling ashamed of my inability to convey those hallucinations orally. I have sold several of these doodles not enough to make a living, but enough to feel as if a few people out there understand what I go through just a tiny bit without having my flavor of mental illness. Whenever I am down in the dumps, my doodles have helped me through it. I am now married with three children, even though my depression, paranoia, and PTSD are still present in my life. There is hope that I can make the dark days a little bit brighter and keep pushing on one day at a time for my family and for myself. Thank you for taking the time to read my ramblings.
By Noah Brownlee5 years ago in Psyche
House of Stars
I am surrounded by stars. Small ones, large ones. A glittering rainbow kaleidoscope of stars. Silver, gold, black, white, grey. Glow in the dark, pastel pale, neon bright, shimmering rushes of stars. Violet, aqua, copper, pearl white and midnight black. A hundred shades of pink, a thousand shades of blue, and everything in between. Some are monochromatic. Some are woven from wild color combinations, or cobbled from charming patterns. Cherry blossoms, plaids, hearts, raindrops, roses. Stars made of stars themselves. I dream in stars.
By Karin Kempert5 years ago in Psyche
