Wednesdays.
Wednesdays, coffee morning.
Why?
Hi, So I guess you wanted to find out more.....
Alot of my art comes from not being able to find the words to process or express what I am thinking or feeling. What I have also found is that sometimes when I have created things from those experiences, it opens conversations and in turn forces me find some sort of wordage, The art work still helping as a gateway and connection where vocabulary fails me.
I spent a long time passionate about writing. In more recent years and even more so, Months, I found a passion for painting and My life experiences have created a passion for open and honest conversations about the realities of living with mental illness, as many of us do and just the human experience generally.
I guess this space is where all of those things can come together in harmony or more likely, in chaos.
Forever chaotic,
Zoe Siobhan.
Good with the bad.
This ones title started as something else, something much darker, I wrote a little and had to pause to do other life things, a couple of conversations later and some time to let the overwhelm settle and the reflection set in and the direction of this whole thing change, same experience, whole different attitude.
Cleopatra's Pearl Earring.
Another week Another Exhibition. The next bit of wordage is an accumulation of parts unashamedly stolen from the man himself because.....Don't fix what isn't broken.
HIVE Buzz
The title lends itself to this week perfectly.
Cherry popped.
My exhibition opening cherry has officially been popped.
I did a thing....
I think "I did a thing" slightly under values the thing, as far as things I would ordinarily do goes, or not do more to the point. Well, to me it does anyway.
The next beginning
It's February 2024, It feels like my entire world is collapsing down around me, more than one of my closest relationships feeling like they are hanging in the balance. All of my worst habits, urges and thoughts rising to the surface, like I had never been anybody else. All the same feelings to all the same heights that had many times put me in some pretty precarious predicaments.
The beginning....
Art and creativity for me came from family.....
Mission- Expedition Exhibition
A battle.
From picking up a paint brush in February and deciding this is what I wanted to do with my life and realising the benefit to my mental health in doing so, I painted, every feeling, every experience, it was my most authentic form of self expression and then life happened.