|the work of the art therapy class|
I just returned from the gathering of people with disabilities , so my impressions are very fresh - I'm glad to witness the power of choice to be happy, to enjoy each minute we have here and now. While complaining for the lack of relationship, alienation and alike, we may be right, yet while saying hello! we can embrace the dream and see the smile too. It's our right to choose.
So we concluded that our disability wasn't a curse, but the blessing that enabled us not only to grasp the power of choice mentally, but experience the results of the choice to be the Children of the Light practically too.
I was put under a charm while viewing the colors under the brush. I think it wouldn't be hard to all artists to identify themselves with the hand that holds the paintbrush in the photo on above . Familiar mood, isn't it?
Our colors may differ between yet all palettes sparkle with empathy colors that turn into the artworks.
It's just hard to name the women in the photo the disabler. That would sound offensively... and would distort the picture. Members of Modus Vivendi club never address each other such way.
Unfortunately such labeling exist in our reality. Modus Vivendi is the club for people with the psychiatric disorders. If it's so, then the colors should be dark - accidental and mindless, but look at the photo once again. Do you see here any except the love?
Humble smile and peace despite the wheelchair illuminate the faces of all who focus on the mystery of the beauty. Such pictures honor the artists and inspire us to follow them, thus enable us to experience just magical transformations too.