... my rolls of paper and crayons, and I will catch the train and come wherever you are.

This process of emptying, sorting, cleaning dusty areas of the heart, going through old photographs of the mind, feeling, acknowledging, ...

iI you are a fragile client, who is in need of support and compassion, and understanding: how fair is it that your therapist bares herself?

I liked the simplicity and congruence, from start to finish, of the whole exhibition: simple lines, mono-colour in its own various tones.

Again, I felt the same vibe: independence, opportunities, possibilities, openness. Trust. She allowed me to trust her, again, and so I did.

I was alone in the large studio, drawing while standing up, listening to my music and singing along and swaying while holding a brush.

The pleasure, the physical and emotional satisfaction of playing, testing, doing, making, breaking, and then doing it again.