Art Therapy - Tumblr Posts
Colouring in pages 🐸
I started doodling randomly while listening to my Yoongi playlist and this came out!
Bon Voyage
You shine in all your blues too.
"They're singing 'Happy Birthday', you just wanna lay down and cry."
30/90 - Tick, Tick...Boom!
Guilt came rushing through your cracks and I could feel it.
Let me go, let me float.
Blood, Sweat & Tears
Art and Music is all it takes to make me happy.
of mountains and wind,
trees and skin,
rivers and blood.
Wondering about what it takes to be an art therapist? Join us 4/20 for this special series and learn from practitioners! (This is geared for middle/high school students but everyone is welcome — and it’s FREE!)
“The American Art Therapy Association is pleased to launch a new virtual series entitled Journey to Art Therapy. This special series, presented in collaboration with AATA’s Multicultural Committee, Education Committee, and Undergraduate Subcommittee, aims to broaden access to the practice of art therapy by sharing diverse stories of individuals’ journeys into the field.
This FREE series will begin on April 20 and run through July 13, 2022. AATA members and non-members are welcome!
For further information and to register for the webinars, please see the following links:
April 20 – Part One: Art Therapy? What Is It, and Who Gets To Be One?
May 25 – Part Two: The Journey into Graduate Training
June 22 – Part Three: The Journey into Practice
July 13 – Part Four: The Journey of Advancing the Field
Throughout the series, current and recent graduate students will join established art therapists in sharing their training, credentialing, and professional practice journeys. Each presentation hopes to address educational and career paths, access into the profession, and ways we can promote diversity among those seeking to become art therapists.” -- from American Art Therapy Association website
https://arttherapy.org/journey_to_art_therapy/
coloring page that was a snake with little flowers on it, I took alot of creative liberty. I gave the snake prosthetic legs.
I cried while doing this
Hello my dudes,
I normally do not post my art here on tumblr, but I thought I could show this to y'all too!
I worked on this comic the last few days/weeks because I fell into a very deep episode of depression, anxiety, self harm AAAAND much more but it’s getting better and I am trying to make baby steps to start doing everything normally again.
It’s just, everything feels so weird and stuff and I don’t wanna talk about anything buuuuuut yeah talking about stuff like that is good!
If you have any depressive feelings please talk with your friends, parents and doctors about it. It makes stuff a lot easier! Trust me.
But make sure that you’re friends, family... can cope with it!
This comic was a bit of a release of feelings for me, like the smaller dude in the comic I just want to be hugged like 24/7... someone just making me feel like I’m safe, i‘m okay and don’t have to be anxious about anything.
I hope u like this comic and PLEASE watch after yourself and give yourself some love! U deserved it!
Hello Tumblr :)
My name is Lee and though I’m not new here this will be my first time actually sharing anything and being an active part of the content creation on this site.
A bit about me; I’m British, mixed ethnicity, nonbinary, and I love making creative representations and illustrations of my struggles with mental health and neurodivergency - specifically ADHD, ASD, and depression. I’ve created this blog with the intention of helping myself process, visualise, and document my experiences as well as with the hopes of sharing them with people who might find solidarity in them.
Hope to see you around <3
"I wish there were some way to look without looking / when you look, you sign a contract / that lets them look back
Looksee \\ cmartine
I always thought I was observing without participating. It turns out they're more the same thing than I'd ever realised.
Anyone else know this feeling?
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I think everybody can understand this feeling of comfortable detachment to some extent - for some people certain situations are simply more comfortable if they are able to distance themselves, whilst for others (like myself) this desire to be present but not active is more constant.
I've always preferred to observe than to participate. It might be due to my introverted nature, or maybe (as some people have suggested) my love language is quality time, but I always feel most loved, most at peace, and most myself when I'm able to be near but not 'a part of' the action. If that makes sense.
But recently I've found that even observation can leave you vulnerable; refraining from participation doesn't save you from perception. Its frightening to think I exist to others in their thoughts and memories and senses. As I spend my whole life observing others are also capable of observing me.
I wish there were some way I could see without looking. Some way I could still feel connected to others in that comfortable way, without exposing myself to their perception. I wish I could observe the world and all its warmth from the safety of my bed. Where none of it can observe me back.
How hypocritical of me.
I keep a lot of plants around my home and personal spaces / money plants / spider plants / succulents / a hebe tree / they are good friends and good company
we all drink from the same cup / when they have had their fill / I find / they have always left enough for me
on bad days they reach out with darkening leaves and promise / "we will both feel better for an open window. / sunshine and breeze"
I think the best of friends are the ones / that don't just care for you / but they remind you to care for yourself / they are good to me and I love them very much
Growing Together \\ cmartine
Sometimes it’s the small, seemingly insignificant things in life that keep us above water when we are struggling; for me it’s my plants. What little things do you rely on to remain stable, and how do they help you?
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Caring for yourself is, for obvious reasons, integral to your well being and survival - but without external motivation to do so I often find this difficult. Sometime it doesn’t feel like enough to want to be better, because wanting to be better means acknowledging how far you have to go. Sometimes I need something to get better for.
When I take care of my plants, I am taking care of myself. I only remember to drink when I’m watering my plants. It never occurs to me how stale and stagnant my room has become until I open a window for my plants and find that I also feel better for the fresh air. Maintaining my health doesn’t feel important until I realize that if I’m ill or if something happens to me, no one would be caring for my plants.
This is just a small example - this sort of vicarious self-love can be found all around you. Many people find keeping pets has the same effect. Others find that caring for their friends, and wanting to be well for their sake, is enough to keep them going. In the long run, I don’t believe that relying on external motivators to want to stay alive is healthy. But during these times when all you can do is keep trying to survive, and keep trying to want to survive, no reason is too small or too abstract. I am alive and healthier than I might be today because I love my plants. I like to think they love me too.