The Artistic Journey of Discovery and Rebirth
By gordonmscott, Aug 2 2014 02:49PM
After a motorcycle crash in 1995, many things changed for me.
I had a narrow escape. A Thorasic vertebra had imploded, I had broken ribs and a collapsed lung which re-inflated during the journey to hospital in the ambulance. My spinal column was bleeding and it clotted itself in the first 12 hours. I lay in bed flat on my back for 6 weeks.
It was a slow recovery and I read and drew constantly. The hospital staff attached a small mirror on a flexible arm to my bedhead, and I completed a series of self portraits in pencil which remain together to this day.
Along with the crash, my personal life collapsed too. Love it seemed was not to last on this occasion.
Within 3 years of my healthy recovery I had almost stopped all art practise. The internal conflicts and mourning just interfered, and self doubt sealed the slow retreat of creativity from my world.
Sure, the occasional painting did find its way onto canvas, but I was disillusioned.
Such was my reflex of self protection, that any mention of art and arting would see me heap scorn on all suggestion of art having value, point and purpose.
Slowly but surely, other physiological symptoms crept up on me. My heart began to develop frequent arrhythmia that came and went without warning. Yet it steadily increased. Outpatient testing revealed no physical cause and dietry modifications produced no improvement. Laterly, I was having irregular beating and pounding of the heart every 5 seconds.
Gradually I returned to drawing in a quiet way.
Within 3 months my heart would regularise for longer periods of time. As I stuck at the art, so too the heart became solid and steady until all symptoms dissappeared altogether. I was discharged and the consultant suggested that I had found my own clinical cure. Don't stop being creative. And so it is to this day.
Beforehand, I would not have given much thought to the connection others had found between Art and Therapy. It has been proven to me in a very stark fashion.
4 years later and Art has become the bright centre of my life. Not only that, but without any overt pressure on myself, I have many many ideas for painting narratives. The count now is in excess of 50 clearly outlined paintings and this doea not include the attendant avenues of exploration that each work may provide.
I stand before a wide landscape of mystery and imagination. Below me amongst the trees, a voice is calling, "Wayfarer come home!"
What a truly inspirational story. Thank you so much for sharing it
I have truly been inspired! ThankYou for sharing your Amazing story ! I love your Work.
I warmly welcome you to this Blog. I will endeavour to outline here all the realtime effort to dedicate life to the Artwork and take the time to tell the story to you.