I just went to see an exhibit covering art created by Japanese Americans in American internment camps during World War II. The resilience of the human spirit is a phenomenal thing. Especially given that so many wounds are viciously inflicted by other humans. Thank goodness that art can be created out of any material, by anyone. That’s the beauty of art; and the psychological effects are infinite, immeasurable, and wonderful. It was pretty mind blowing to see this exhibit, and it made me feel better in a zillion ways. Art is therapeutic, even when I’m not directly creating it.
Still having horrible panic attack, but at least I have a huge dose of inspiration again. Yay.
Love to all
Titanium- Madilyn Bailey
Healing Hands- Elton John
Man Of Colours- Icehouse