Some of my best Fine Art works were done under anxiety attacks or breakups of some sort.
I go from dark, painful trips of overwhelming feelings and eyes tearing down until they can’t produce no more to turning towards my camera and record my bare soul.
In fact the lack of creation is partly what causes us anxiety. A Soul deprived of what it came here to do has to scream so loudly to be heard, acknowledged and taken seriously.
Because creation is essential for us. We came here to create in some shape or form. This creation of ours is the way to serve and contribute to the whole.
Anxiety comes as an alarm to inform you that you’re disconnected from your essence.
Art is a proven medicine always here for you.
P.S. This is my first self-care session from months. I confess, anxiety has been severe in my body. Last night was another tough trip, so today I finally gave myself my own medicine.
Photography has been helping me go through my darkest hours and then paint them with light. Successfully every time.
