To Grin and Bear
With parts of a dead pig, lashed onto the end of a stick, I smear crushed rock around - aka, I’m an artist. A love of art has played an integral part of my life, it somehow helps to further understand my own misunderstandings, and understand the general complexities of life itself. As a young kid, I only ever wanted to be two things - old and wise! Happenstance alone has taken care of the biological aging process, but little did I know the price I’d pay for the acquisition of wisdom! Life is a teacher; we are its students and our experiences are just lessons. Unfortunately, some lessons you’ll just have to repeat over and over again! Needless to say, I flatlined when I should have been paying attention, and so as always, I had to learn things - the hard way. A few years back, I got to acquire some hard-earned wisdom and knowledge not gifted on a silver platter, but earned the hard way! Out of the blue, I stumbled upon an interest in both psychology and psychopathology. But to be truthfully honest, I was unwillingly dragged, kicking and screaming into the necessity to learn about psychology and psychopathology. “Know thy self” is a quote attributed to some bloke, they nailed onto two planks of wood, yonks ago! Taking the time to know yourself is always time well spent, and by default it also helps you to better understand others. Despite an ability to psychoanalyse myself at a profoundly deep level, personally like everyone else, I still haven’t managed to get my shit together. I was questioning what to do with this newly acquired knowledge? Being the bright spark, that I never was, I combined a love of art with an interest in psychology. I decided to paint a series of paintings outlining the trait behaviours of disordered individuals, using a teddy bear to visually represent empathic people. The aim of these teddy bear paintings was to help others and validate their lived experiences. Those whom had also lived the dream and suffered abuse at the hands of a disordered individuals. Some friends suggested that I put some words to the paintings, to help others better understand the underlying dynamics of abuse. While I enjoy being creatively challenged, the thoughts of writing scared me. I’ve learned to head in the direction of my fears, in the hope of learning something new or gaining a fresh perspective on life. Bad grammar, bad spelling and dyslexia aside, I was reluctantly cajoled into writing a book to accompany the series of teddy bear paintings.
Where art meets psychology.
About.
Where art meets psychology.
To Grin and Bear
Where art meets psychology.
About.
With parts of a dead pig lashed onto the end of a stick, I smear crushed rock around – aka, I’m an artist. A love of art has played an integral part of my life, it somehow helps me to further understand my own misunderstandings, and comprehend the general complexities of life itself. As a young kid, I only ever wanted to be two things - old and wise! Happenstance alone has taken care of the biological aging process, but little did I know the price I’d pay for the acquisition of wisdom! Life is a teacher; we are its students and our experiences are just lessons. Unfortunately, some lessons you’ll just have to repeat over and over again! Needless to say, I flatlined when I should have been paying attention, and so as always, I had to learn things - the hard way. A few years back, I got to acquire some hard-earned wisdom and knowledge – not gifted on a silver platter, but earned the hard way! Out of the blue, I stumbled upon an interest in both psychology and psychopathology. But to be truthfully honest, I was unwillingly dragged, kicking and screaming into the necessity to learn about psychology and psychopathology. “Know thy self” is a quote attributed to some bloke, they nailed onto two planks of wood, yonks ago! Taking the time to know yourself is always time well spent, and by default it also helps you to better understand others. Despite an ability to psychoanalyse myself at a profoundly deep level, personally like everyone else, I still haven’t managed to get my shit together. I was questioning what to do with this newly acquired knowledge? Being the bright spark, that I never was, I combined a love of art with an interest in psychology. I decided to paint a series of paintings outlining the trait behaviours of disordered individuals, using a teddy bear to visually represent empathic people. The aim of these teddy bear paintings was to help others and validate their lived experiences. Those whom had also lived the dream and suffered abuse at the hands of a disordered individuals. Some friends suggested that I put some words to the paintings, to help others better understand the underlying dynamics of abuse. While I enjoy being creatively challenged, the thoughts of writing scared me. I’ve learned to head in the direction of my fears, in the hope of learning something new or gaining a fresh perspective on life. Bad grammar, bad spelling and dyslexia aside, I was reluctantly cajoled into writing a book to accompany the series of teddy bear paintings.
TO GRIN AND BEAR TO GRIN AND BEAR