My first encounter with art therapy was in 2001. That was the year when I finally gave in to what had become a nagging urge to paint. The last time I painted was when I did art at A-levels but I could no longer ignore the inner prompting to create an image on canvas.
Without much thinking, I gathered ordinary eating utensils and laid them out on a red satin cloth. The chopsticks, the rice bowl, the spoon. A typical place setting for myself.
Taking a deep breath, I put my paintbrush to the canvas and began. I found that as I painted this ordinary image, I was led from my initial thoughts and feelings of elation and gratitude to unexpected pain and gradual acceptance.
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