my jottings on art therapy

At first glimpse, my jottings on art therapy may look a bit confusing, yet do you know that the sun kills the colors on the photo tape, meanwhile dimmed with tears eyes reflect the light in full?

All flowers act the same. They wither away in beautiful vases but bloom out in dirty ground as my wife chatters with them while watering the plants. Blossoms burst despite the wild wind outside.  So I questioned myself, do I grasped the lesson?
Let's look at what was voiced by my photos. Here is My Fall Festival and the Confrontation with Oneself  looks for you. Please read these posts.
Hope to get your feedback. Thank you.

the secret of beauty

The artworks warmth the heart and creates the puzles. Though each and all experienced healing touch of beauty not once already, but the pictures didn't stop surprise until now. What you see in the photo was created not by the professional artists, but the patients of the hospital for people with psychiatric disorders.

While hearing the diagnosis "mentally ill", many visualize something extremely dark. Yet is it thus indeed? Just look. It is our attitude towards the life that unlocks the secret of beauty.

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How to survive

A saying "Time is money" marks today - this wisdom flowers on the lips of passersby in response to the "Hi!' on a street. It's no wonder the strangers become sick and the number of the people with psychiatric disorders grows rapidly and the reality threatens ... silently. It's not popular to discus art therapy works as the tools for the healing of the modern world. Smell of the flowers obtains the cost just in the bottle of the fragrance.

I would name 'Time is money' the adage that brings us to eye to eye confrontation with the voiceless thunder 'what for do I live?'.

Oops! It can't be thus!!! Do I forget 'Time is money...'? What was my goal for putting on paper all the above?

As we all know well, our words create our reality and we have what we say. Thus lets recall the adage 'Time is money' once again. What does it mean? Does Life is for stocking our pockets? Or what?

It is good to have the positive attitude towards the life. Just look. While browsing through the web yesterday, I was attracted by the picture "Domino". I wanted to tag the author, but didn't know how should I do that (I'm know-nothing in web technicalities). Therefore I addressed myself to the bblogger with the question "how-to...?" and got the reply immediately. It was step by step instruction. Wow, that was so lovely. I was deeply touched. Thank you, dear AngelBaby. However, can I expect the same reaction in current case too? The practice proves that typically the questions like "I am alive, but is that the merit of me?" are followed by "no comments".
It is easy to get information to the inquiry where could I purchase the paints, but that's looks otherwise in case we question why do we paint. We are dealing with the eternities tête-à-tête/one-to-one ... for the sake of all.

There were lots of questions, but I don't want my article look like a mourning. While we encounter lots of various problems, there are people who do all they can to brighten the world of the disabled, to help their neighbor recognize the God's gifted light of life. Good-hearted people inhabit the whole earth. It is even impossible to count then all. That empowers us to not give in but remain the faithful in spite of what we encounter on our road. Thus at a moment, I came to the Art Therapy Blog and my hearty wow came out of itself once again. We aren't alone.

Peace and love, my dear.
God blesses you.

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The hen's flu troubles my country more than life of the disabled. Meanwhile many of us sits back in an awe towards the peacefulness of a fish in the pictures of these patients who do not receive world's attention and thus remain unknown, because they pictures are found in a hospital for the people with psychiatric disorders. Though the concept of the art therapy sounds loudly but the happy patients do not call themselves the artists and silently taste life without the signatures.
According to the word, they are the fools. I am not going to argue with such definition, but call you to look at the works of the art therapy members. They are silent, but not weeping. They are so busy in preparation to share "Thank You!!!" if somebody would enter their room.
Let see for yourself. I thank you in advance. Wholeheartedly. Merry Christmas!