Healing through Art…

“InTerruPTeD Me”

I’m a scrapbooker.  I love it.

Oddly enough, it’s the most complex paradox in the chaos of my reality.  Why?  Because when I create a layout (I do manual 12×12 inch pages)…it provides me with complete and utter escapism…while the subjects of my pages ARE the chaos of my reality! ;o)

I haven’t been able to keep up at it as much as I’d like.  No, not due to the hand pain…seriously…I’m going to hurt whether I sit and do nothing, or adhere bling to a piece of paper.  It’s more because of a time constraint.  Y’know.  5 kids…there were 4 daycare kids…3 not in school…2 behaviourally challenged sons…and a goddamn partridge in a pear tree.

But now?  Life has commenced a new scene in my made-for-tv-movie kinda life.

I have time.

So it stands to reason that I would now be able to catch up on all of the creative endeavours I’ve had laying around in the back of my poor brain-fog stricken mind.

But I wanted something new to do.  All of this chronic illness shit has literally turned me up and over ass-backwards…so again it stands to reason that perhaps I would want to “change it up” a bit…my creativity…

I chose to do a canvas of mixed media.  *shrug*  Always wanted to.  Didn’t really know “how“…

[enter my BFF, Google, stage left]

It’s funny.  Mixed media, as they call it…”Mixed media, in visual art, refers to an artwork in the making of which more than one medium has been employed”…is the absolute arch-nemesis of my high functioning OCD.  Why? Good heavens, LOOK at it!!  There is no structure in what I’ve created…no linear delegation…neither a monochromatic nor complimentary colour scheme…

Nope.  Nada.  Just plain…”creativity.”

I thought I might share the particulars of the elements I used.  Y’know.  Outline some of the reasons I chose what I did.

There’s a woman.  With purple butterfly wings.  Because I have lupus.  And one day it’s my hope that I won’t pass away and will instead fly through life bringing beauty and inspriation.

The woman herself is not the forefront to my canvas.  I don’t feel that way.  I feel indescript.  I feel like I fade into the background.  But that’s also because I continually make sacrifices and cater to those around me.  I’ve never been a “spotlight” kind of person.  Ever.  She has a tissue dress…from an old sewing pattern…and rulers…I’ve always had low body image…many medications alter your body image.  I might be okay with my “I’ve-earned-this-ass”…but not much else.

Crown: because I’m a bloody Queen of my domain.  Only room for ONE alpha in this house.  And it’s me.  Just sayin’. ;o)

Paper with:

Music on it – I used to play piano with the Royal Conservatory of Music.

Old crotchety lady – Duh.

Test tubes – man’s open mouth around one that says, “discontinued”…take your own relevance on that one…me?  Lyrica.  Discontinued.

Notebook cover – for my lists.  And lists of lists.  I’m never without a notebook!!  Multiple notebooks, actually…in case I lose my other notebook.

Pharmacist Advertisement – clever.

Chocolate Advertisement – highly clever.  Also ironic.  I’m diabetic.  Can’t eat it.  Therefore, because I “can’t“…I do…*shhhhhhhhh*…it’s more of a guideline, savvy??

Sewing and quilting needles advertisement (complete with real sewing needle) – irony.  How many times are we chronically ill a human pin cushion?  Yet, what are you “making” with me?

Undertaker advertisement – you can’t see this one…I put elements over top of it because it is not my focus while I live

Storybook – for my children.  One day I will have grandchildren.  I want to be there to read to them

Map – because I want people to hear the awareness raised by the chronically ill all over the world…

Book pages (literally) – because one day I will pen the book about my made-for-tv-movie kind of life living at the rate of several “wtf’s” per hour.  I might even make Oprah go “holy crap on a cracker!!”

Elements:

Gears – alludes to my interest in steampunk, and is also a reference to the fact that our bodies (my body) is a machine.  What you put into it is what you get out of it.  Right now, my gears are askew.  Through research and effort, I am attempting to correct that.

Time – there is a mask element of a stopwatch/timeclock in the top…I’m always running with time…either “on” time or have “no time” or am “out” of time…there is a metal clock at the bottom…notice there is only one hand…

There is a key…there is also a keyhole.  They are nowhere near each other.  This is defined by the circumstances in my life…never convenient.

These are a few of the things I thought about when crafting this.  There is no particular structure, as is also defined by my circumstance.

Have YOU made/crafted something that highlights your personal struggles through illness?? I would love to see it!!

I love this stuff.  It’s so…random. :o)

4 responses to “Healing through Art…

  1. I love it!! I too am so OCD that I am not sure I wouldn’t spend so much time trying to arrange everything perfectly that it would turn in to work not stress relief (which is what my creative side is supposed to provide) but I am curious enough now about what I would include on mine that I am going to consider it 🙂
    ps. so very true… my hands hurt, i might as well get something out of it and let them hurt while I knit/color/create.

  2. This is absolutely fantastic. Thank you for sharing the meaning it has for you behind it.

  3. That is awesome! Hard to believe this is something you’re new at. You have so many layers and messages and personal references to this– It’s gorgeous.

    I’ve never done anything like this before but I am a scrapbooker. I don’t dare start a new creative project until I catch up with the *cough*about*err* five*cough*years*of* photos I have yet to add to the book. It’s so easy to get behind.

    Thanks for sharing your artwork. More please.

  4. Rya Cowperthwaite

    Structured or not this is beautiful work Brynn. <3 Have to admit you've made me curious about scrap booking with all your creations.

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