I don't usually partake much in regards to art and therapy. Just the process of creating my art is often therapy enough for me that I don't need to delve into the "topics". I can scrap my kids, my life, my family, our moments and that process is sufficient therapy for me. Not the case in regards to death... Last week, after attening my third memorial service in a month, a dark, grey cloud found it's way smack above me and I couldn't shake it. I created this layout to find a way out. To open a path thus enabling me to travel along that journey of reconciliation. Reconciling life and death and how 3 young, wonderful, good women are now seated in heaven instead of here with their families and friends where I think they ought to be...
Each of the three women in a picture that reflected who they were or how they were "related" to me. Katie, the daughter of my friend and ex-patient Jean. Cathy, the mother of Caleigh, who was my scrapbooking friend and, in many ways, the person who lead me down the design path I walk today. Molly, my Physical Therapy friend who I went to all the dry needling courses with, who shared her love of horses with my daughter.
Cry. Tears. There are lots of tears on this page literally and metaphorically... This card from Jenni Bowlin says it all... The symbolic birds and butterflies are there too.
There is an immense amount of journaling hidden underneath the picture. It is not visible in the main picture, I see now as I look at it, sorry. There are printed copies of exchanges with Jean and Debra, a dear friend of Cathy's, and my own thoughts attached to that "ruler" paper tab that slide under the picture.
Each woman's name and a heart are beside their respective pictures. And why. Why is found multiple times around the page and that is the resounding thought that sits beside the grief and tears...
I don't think I need say more about this page. It speaks for itself...
