The phrase ‘Fly by Night Work’ appeared to me in a dream.
It spoke of intuitive aspects of the art therapist’s journey with clients, in particular, clients living with deep dementia.
Night Flying Work
Sally Swain © original art
excerpt
The client might no longer be
I was tired. I yearned to be in a quiet, dark place, but had to go into the city, to the dentist. Ergh. Trudge trudge drudge. I yearned and yawned. I dragged my feet along the pavement. Pound pound sludge.
Chrysalis
Sally Swain © original art
Then I saw it.
Do not panic.
Do not fear.
Your artistry
is always here.
Creative Wellspring
Sally Swain
© original artNo need to struggle,
strain or strive.
It’s fresh,
spontaneous,
Delicatree.
Delicatree
Sally Swain © original art
the Queen of Blobbage (pronounced in the French way).
Lateral Grieving.
Lateral Grieving
for the Queen of Blobbage
Sally Swain © original art
Who’s heard of it?
Not you. Not me before now, because
Bird and boat.
I wonder
how you stay afloat.
Boat and bird,
Boat and bird.
With water
and with wings, I’ve heard.
Bird and Boat
Sally Swain © original art
teeny watercolour in journal
There’s much I could
making do.
With bricolage, you play with the materials at hand, even if they are old soggy paint-logged facial tissues.
‘These magical acts of creation are analogous to pulling a large amount of rabbit from a small amount of hat.’
says Stephen Nachmanovitch in ‘Free Play – the Power of Improvisation in Life and the Arts’. *
Dabflowers
Sally Swain © original art
picture made from other people’s leftover paint tissues, plus glue, watercolour, pen.
Quite 3 dimensional. Coiled tissue pirals in the centre.
Remember a couple of
Do you have a muse? Many ongoing muses?
Who or what inspires your creativity?
Dad and me
My original muse was
Art and Soul Space 