The Power of Art

I hadn't done any kind of Art since I was about 15 in school taking it as a subject that I could use to just take time and release stress.

A few months ago the passion suddenly struck me again, I had been so caught up at work and with the Stroud of cancer possibilities still surrounding me, I needed an outlet so thought I would give it a whirl.

It didn't take me long however to work out I am not particularly talented at painting...or at least making things realistic. Instead I dabbled with some other arty type ideas...silhouette type drawings, with bright back grounds and little Paua (a type of shell found in New Zealand) mosaic things.

I love to find new ways to just sit and let the creative juices flow.

For a while, life just seemed to get away from me, and I didn't realise quite how bad things were getting, stress building up because I wasn't acknowledging it was there. I was distracting myself in my work and family as is so easy to do.

I naturally have quite a calm demeanour so I find it easy to take a few breaths and let things just flow over me.... however I often find that really it just stock-piling itself somewhere. Far too often I come home from a hard day at work; or something small happens at home and I just feel my mood plummet, my head heavy. This is when I needed to find something that could assist lifting me out of that hole, something constructive. 

So far, these are what I have completed whilst quickly sitting on my lounge floor slowly letting the heaviness in my head go..

The last picture was particularly fun, where I painted on a silhouette I found online, and created crayon rain down on top of it via a hair dryer...

If i can suggest anything to relieve some stress that was definitely a bit of fun!

A little about me..

Recently I read an amazing blog which provided an invaluable look into a life of a woman with a mental illness. I have to say I was truly inspired by her courage to put pen to paper (or so to speak) and provide some insight into her world.

This Blog unfortunately may lack some initial direction (replicating life much, i know), due to the number of different experiences that i could write about. Originally i was going to start with the present and work my way back, but its funny how our past is so often entrenched in our present, sometimes without us really realising.

So about me..
I am 23 years old and living in the town I was born in, a small idyllic town located in New Zealand (you know...the tiny country that won the rugby world cup)..hehe
I am married and have been for almost 3 years, settle in a home with 2 cats, a dog and my husband (please note the order). I trained for 4 long years and have a degree in Nursing, where i currently practice as a PsychiatricNurse. Something i learnt along time ago and again whilst nursing was, to never judge a persons life experience by age. You just never really know what someone has hiding in their past.

I think the same could be said for me. I am known as Sunny, a bright enthusitatic young nurse, who has a good life, perhaps if not married a little too early. This is what is thought of me.. Yet my past remains, closets untouched , memories hidden..