the sick become the giants
viewing of the artworks lead us to talks about the eternal values. That makes the sick the giants. Just incredible things happen then. Though entrance to art market remains closed to art therapy, but the heart becomes overfilled with the peace in spite of all disasters that we encounter on our road. Not the technique of the drawing, but the passion for thanksgiving, the gratitude for the breathing make the masterpieces. In turn, the new mindset makes the dirt underfoot the desirable fragrance that depicts our earth as the blooming garden. The picture is hard to visualize in the world that sinks in despair, but that's the reality of life in art therapy clubs where reigns not bank accounts but "How do you?".