While studying to be an integrative counsellor, we used the arts as our tools. Both in my own therapy as well as in my training, I relied on, music, paint, writing, play as ways of communicating. This allowed the therapeutic experience to be as feeling led as possible and as present as possible. It is easy to talk from a past stand point but when confronted with a piece of clay, it is the marks of that moment that are present, that can say so much. Throughout my training, I became more reliant on physical/body led practices in my own time. I took up running, joined the gym and became reliant on a regular yoga practice. I craved a  physical[…]

In my life I have often been challenged by my own creativity. Both what it is and how to achieve it. There has been some confusion between ‘artistic’ and ‘creative’ and during my four years at art school, I began to lose joy in creating the work I was producing. At the time, I couldn’t put words to this disconnection but felt heart wrenchingly sad when a tutor would criticise a piece I was working on, or told me it was no good. It felt direct and piercing. After I left I never picked up my camera again or looked at something the way I did over those four years. I felt trampled on. How could my own process be judged in[…]