After I removed all the wrapper from this crayon, I placed it on its side and started swinging it around to make the circular shapes. It takes quite a bit of muscle to press the crayon length-wise to make it dark enough.
Once I completed the drawing, I realized that a "wisteria" IS a flower. I had looked at the name, but I was not consciously thinking that I should draw a flower (like on "Granny Smith Apple" day, where I specifically wanted to draw an apple).
I do an Art Therapy technique titled the "The Rosebush", where I direct my clients to visualize a rosebush. I ask, Where does it lives? Who takes care of it? Does it have thorns? ... and many other questions. This becomes a metaphor for the self - as all art ultimately is. So, what does this rose drawing say about me?
It does have thorns. I can be a little prickly at times, but most people do not know that about me unless they get close enough to see those thorns. The rose is strongly rooted into the ground. I feel that I am pretty stable and rooted. We only see half the flower, though. Am I trying to hide something? I don't really think so. What else could it be? There is a lot more to my life that I have yet to see - the whole picture had yet to be revealed. I guess we never get to see the whole picture until the very end. And we may or may not be totally cognizant at that age/time to understand.
Once I completed the drawing, I realized that a "wisteria" IS a flower. I had looked at the name, but I was not consciously thinking that I should draw a flower (like on "Granny Smith Apple" day, where I specifically wanted to draw an apple).
I do an Art Therapy technique titled the "The Rosebush", where I direct my clients to visualize a rosebush. I ask, Where does it lives? Who takes care of it? Does it have thorns? ... and many other questions. This becomes a metaphor for the self - as all art ultimately is. So, what does this rose drawing say about me?
It does have thorns. I can be a little prickly at times, but most people do not know that about me unless they get close enough to see those thorns. The rose is strongly rooted into the ground. I feel that I am pretty stable and rooted. We only see half the flower, though. Am I trying to hide something? I don't really think so. What else could it be? There is a lot more to my life that I have yet to see - the whole picture had yet to be revealed. I guess we never get to see the whole picture until the very end. And we may or may not be totally cognizant at that age/time to understand.
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