Creative Space

Creative Space

Noula Diamantopoulos, Curator

The issues that we delve into as clinicians seep through our being and an alchemical process takes place, with the issues expressed again in a process we call Art.

Ruined and Improved

In this first piece, Ericha shares with us an expression of that mystical process – symbolic brush marks and colours that invite us to pause and mindfully reflect. We are able to experience with our own senses and are gifted the opportunity to narrate our own meaning from it.

Title: Diptych: Ruined and Improved I & II
by E. Hitchcock Scott

“This painting is dedicated to those who hurt themselves and struggle to recover, those who cut, burn, scald, scratch and break their bones.
I select this painting because I thought I had ruined it and then – upon reflection – I realized that this painting is better now than it was. This awareness, that the painting was improved instead of ruined, is a golden shadow of the expression I see in the face of clients as they realize they have made progress.”

Un Divided

When I first received this poem, by Jan Ewing, I was drawn into a place I cannot properly describe but wanted to create something visual as a response. Jan allowed me to do this, so here you have her Un Divided poem and my ink painting. Together we are sharing a call and response moment.

Un Divided
By Jan Ewing

I know and yet I do not know
I’m here and yet unseen
I am the person at the front
And the spaces in between

We know that there is more than one
But not all parts agree
Some yearn to come in from the cold
But others wish to flee

My life is filled with missing time
My mind has many files
I hear both rage and weeping sobs
While all you see is smiles

My childhood is a mystery
Both absent and too real
I live there still but know I’m here
I’m numb and yet I feel

You cannot know what life is like
When hiding from your mind
The rules are strict to keep us safe
Some things we mustn’t find

And there is deep within our core
Division with no name
It keeps us hidden from ourselves
We can only whisper ‘shame’

There are many ways of being me
Not just the ones you see
We do not ask for sympathy
Just know that we’re not free

We cannot just forget it all
Despite our memory gaps
We cannot just get over it
Our mind is filled with traps

So judge me not for who I am
Like you in many ways
I had to find a way to live
And live still in this haze

Title: “A Part” By Noula Diamantopoulos

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