Art has always been my saving grace. It’s been a part of my life since I can remember. As a child, I used to tell people that I came from the sea, and I would doodle mermaids on my school booklets. In class, doodling helped me retain learning. Outside of class, art helped me get through emotional times. 

Whenever I felt sad or anxious, or needed to find peace, wisdom, or find myself again, art was there for me. It became my mental healer. 

Very often, I would start a piece without knowing what I was going to draw or paint. I would just become the watcher of my hands, and it was like the art piece was just using me to become visible. 

Color was what I would start with. And from color, I would trust and flow. 

As I let go of me, of the ego, and of any planning, and just let the brush or pencil (or whatever medium) take the lead, I would come out of my body all while becoming centered within my deepest truest self.

This is why, for me, art is healing. Art is wisdom. Art is all-seeing and all-knowing. 

Art is a portal into our higher selves.