Since September last year, encouraged by Zoë, our Programme Director, I have been using drawings to reflect on my days in hospital. Now, drawing isn't something that I do. I have no technical skill or ability. But tempted by the romantic notion that this process would unlock the passionate, talented artist within - I went for it. Use collage! Zoë said, Paint! Express your sensory experiences through pen and ink! I bought some felt tips.
Needless to say, the passionate, talented artist is yet to reveal herself! (9,960 drawings to go...) but I have really enjoyed reflecting in this way. My lack of technical skill has meant that I have had to distill visits down to one simple image that for me, reflects the interaction. And when that simple image is hard to conjure, it seems clear that it is becasue there was too much going on. Here are some little sketches (I mean even calling these sketches might be pushing it!) that will no doubt mean very little to you, but to me, represent some of the most lovely visits I have had over the last few months.
I am a therapeutic clown and performer. Writing here is part of my wider practice and reflection on clowning as an (therapeutic) art form.