Sylvia

I had no idea what I was going to paint – and after I finished had no idea what it was about.  When my turn came to speak, words just came (and tears).  I hadn’t thought of what to say, it just poured out.  It surprised me.  I can’t psychoanalyse splashes of paint to make them say something (I’m not that clever).  But I did find a kind of feeling of togetherness with my fellow patients and would recommend that there would be opportunities for others to see for themselves.

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