Category Archives: Drawings & Images

Drawings I’ve made to help process this issue

Leave Trauma Behind: Draw Your Way to Relief

First of all, when I say draw, I mean scribble. One does NOT need to be an artist or even talented at drawing to get an image down onto paper. No need for drawing paper or fancy art materials, only a pencil and a piece of paper. The drawing is for your eyes and no…

Check out my Updated ART and POETRY Pages!

I’m excited to tell you that I have some new material to share! After clicking on MY WORK on the home page, click on ART. You’ll find 50 of my drawings and paintings that are included in various posts I’ve written over the past three years and are now available in a ‘slideshow’ fashion. You…

Hugged by the Universe

Brown arms encircle me and hold me in a warm embrace. Safe, I am held by all that is. I am a Sufi baby, floating like Moses toward my destiny. All that is supports me–the waves, the sun, the air, my magenta body wrap and cushiony head wrap. I drew these pastels at the beginning…

To Write, To Draw, To Feel: Accessing Pre-Verbal Trauma

There are many ways to get in touch with trauma that we have experienced before we knew language. And accessing this information is key to beginning to heal from early wounds. Many of us will need therapists to help us access and process this material; we will need support in healing. There are many things…

Images of Healing

Drawing and painting have allowed me access to inner images. The original title of this piece is “Parts.”At age twenty-six in 1978 and in therapy with Lee O. Johnson, I watercolor-painted this snow-woman. I was starting to find some balance in my life. Even though I was wounded (dab of red), my body parts are neatly…

“The Long Life of Early Pain”

I painted this self-portrait when I was 25 years old and very depressed, can you tell? I was so down, lost, and  unaware one drizzly, chilly east bay morning that I left a pillow over the heating duct in the floor after I turned on the heat, which started a fire in my apartment. I…

Opening to Myself

I love this self-portrait I made with colored pencils and magic marker thirty-two years ago this month. I am soft and peachy, vulnerable and open. All my features are accounted for (in previously posted artwork, parts of my face are sometimes either missing or in shadow). And my hair is like a golden crown. This…

Draw what bubbles up

I was 25 years old, lying in sand by the Pacific Ocean. I had come to the sea to kill myself, depressed again after so many years of trying to make my life work since my suicide attempt at age 21. But I just couldn’t bring myself to harm; I had grown. So I drew…

The Journey In

When I first began writing my memoir about infant surgery a little less than ten years ago, I committed myself to this project because I felt emotionally unfinished about my surgery. There was more to learn and grow from, and I had to do it no matter how scared I was–and believe me, I was….

Bell Pepper with Scar

I am not sure why I want to share my pastel “Bell Pepper with Scar” on my first post of 2012. I wanted something visual for sure as I have not posted an image for months. But it also has to do with the oddness of the picture–a scar on a bell pepper!  A strange…