I love art therapy. Just give me some paint, pencil crayons and glue and I'll spread my rage all over the page. That or I'll just concentrate so hard on drawing a straight line I'll stop thinking about everything that pisses me off so my mind gets some relaxation time. I figure if I can keep up with my quiet rage I can get enough practice in art therapy to become a pretty decent artist.
Yesterday I made a barfing glitter self portrait. It was for my in box at work.
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I like to do art therapy too. Only I can't draw, so I have to spend $30 on paint by numbers and do incredibly monotanous filling in of spaces. But sometimes I have to combine colours together! Let me tell you, when I mix a brush full of red with a brush full of black, I've never felt so pure in my life.
p.s. is it just me or are these word verification things getting longer and longer? Soon they'll make you write a chapter of pride and prejudice
art supplies are so much cheaper than top shelf vodka.
You could throw stuff at other stuff and it would be art therapy. Enough performance artists get away with calling the dumbest shit art.
So if you can afford the top shelf vodka, you could drink it artfully.
Then you can express yourself with drunken rage...or barf.
Kung Fu...now there's some satisfying art therapy. I can express myself with a palm heel to someone's face...HA!
I move at the end of July...oh sweet escape from this slum-hole of a city.
As for my rage art, I don't tend to keep it around. Maybe during my next fit I'll take a picture. Right now I'm finding solace in organizing.
p.s. as long as we don't have to do any math equations, I'm ok with the word verifications, especially when they resemble childish naughtiness. My word today looks like 'stiffy'.
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