"Winter Bud" 9/15/14
Art has been my salvation during my
depressed years from high school to college. I could not directly express what
was happening inside me at that time. However, from writing poetry, painting,
dancing free-form, and humming a song to making a collage, doing recycled art,
playing a little bit of piano & drums, and baking; somehow the silenced
parts of me found their voice through these forms even if I am not talented in
these areas. I wrote phrases & words that fit closely to my thoughts &
feelings, which I did not understand myself at that time; closed my eyes and
danced alone to a melody I could resonate to; splashed colors at random and
found their form on paper, cloth, or clay; spontaneously cut words &
pictures putting them together as if a puzzle has been completed; baked a
comforting sweet; sang in my room even when I was out of tune; played “Canon”
on the organ even if it was not perfect; and just banged the drums to the intro
of “Green Tinted ‘60’s Mind” then shifted to the chorus of “Selling the Drama”
even when my drumming was broken & indiscriminate. Doing these activities
were not only cathartic, but also fulfilling, as if in those moments my soul
was free from the confines of Depression.
