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Ok! Here’s catalyst number one hundred and twenty-six:
Tell us about a time someone hurt your feelings.
We’re thrilled to have Lori Oles as this week’s Guest Artist.
Here’s a quickie self-bio for Lori:
Suit by day, artist by night. If you met Lori at her day job you would never imagine she had such a creative personality. As a full-time worker in the retail industry for a major Consumer Packaged Goods company, Lori’s day is spent dealing with large sums of money and many, many spreadsheets. But her creative juices are only temporarily bottled up inside. Once she gets home she pours out all of her creative juices into her blog.
And Vintage Flair isn’t just the name of her blog; it’s the inspirational mantra of her artwork, Etsy store and her life. Lori loves to work with vintage papers and old photos of children, and her desire for flea markets runs rampant in her blood. She also drives to impart some of this principle into her children, “I want them to grow up to appreciate items of the past.”
Even though she may live in Fayetteville, Arkansas with her husband and three children, Lori dreams of the times they spend in northern Michigan at their summer cottage house. Not only does it mean peace and quiet and time spent with family, but it also means great antique shops, “It is not a vacation if you can’t bring home a new treasure,” she says. Lori Oles uses her art as her relaxation and escape from the pressures of full-time work.
Here is Lori’s art with this week’s catalyst. You can click on it to see a larger version and a lot more detail.
Looking back when I was little, as a child I had so many friends growing up. As you get older, true friendship seems harder and harder to hold on to. Sure I have many friends, co-workers or women in my neighborhood, but I don’t have that many true friends that I can really rely on….no matter what. One friend who I really thought was more than a friend, I really thought of her like a sister. Sadly, we no longer talk and it still really hurts. As you get older, people drift way, move or get divorced and your friendships suddenly change. My dear friend got divorced and suddenly our friendship changed. Going from talking on the phone two to three times a day and emailing everyday (we live in different states) to one day, no longer calling or emailing. Just stopped like that. Bam, in the blink of an eye, my dear friend gone, taken out of my life. I think I must be a reminder her of her past life and she just needed to move on. Not sure. Still very sad and I miss my friend.
When I saw this image of this woman looking so sad, I thought of my situation with my friend. I immediately knew at the flea market that I wanted to create a project when I bought this pink vintage jewelry box and I thought it would be perfect to use with the image of the woman. I wanted to use it as a holder for the collage to represent that chapter of my life closed. Who knows, maybe one day she will be back in my life and I can open it back up. For now, I will tuck it away and keep it closed.
I created this collage using multiple layers of book pages that I took out of an old book and gluing them together. I used a craft knife to cut out the window and added in the image of the woman and embellished the collage and vintage jewelry box.
Here are some interpretations of the catalyst from members of our team.
My journaling is about a certain incident that happened with a friend of mine. Months have passed, and just when I think I’m past it all, something happens that makes it raw again.
There are many moments from my past that I can dredge up with sadness or hurt but I decided from now on the path is about looking forward and freeing myself of the idea that things can happen to me. I control my emotions and my life. People cannot hurt me if I don’t let them and I choose joy and not hurt. So here’s to being free and letting go of the past and embracing joy.
When I was young, I think at the age of 6 my mom sewed all my dresses and skirt, and a really LOVED them. It was a romantic style, with roses and other flowers combined with handmade crafty things like knitted or crochet bags or sometimes she crochet the upper part of my dresses. I was always happy when she finished something new for me, and I was so proud when I went to school with my new dresses…
But one bad day…the kids at school teased me with my dressed… you are ugly and what terrible clothes…they are old fashioned, and ugly!!
They hurt my feelings…and I didn’t want to wear my dresses when I went to school! My mom bought jeans for me, my first pair!!
What a big lesson for me for these days; my daughter become a teenager, she is 11 years now, end she doesn’t want hand sewed clothes!! So I buy clothes for her, and sew for myself!!
When I was a child and a teenager I was totally shy. I had problems with making friends with other people, I used to spend most of my free time alone, reading books or imaging stories. It was quite ok for some time, but I strongly felt, that I want to have a friend. Finally i found a girl who was quite friendly and we started to spend more time toghether – at school and after school. It was fantastic and so different! I had someone to talk to, someone a bit like me – with similar interests. We were good friends for over a year when something very unexpected happened… One day I was waiting for her near the street, as usual when we were going to school together. She was coming with one more girl, who i knew well. I said “Hi!”, but none of them responded, they didn’t look at me at all!
I simply couldn’t believe it – and she just went away without a look back. I thought: “So this is the end, right?” , I turned back and went home, crying. I didn’ go to school that day. I was 12 then and I felt as If my whole world turned upside down. I was never so sad before.
This page is about a certain time when someone hurt me by not believing in my dreams, by not giving me the support I needed to follow the journey of my soul.
Now it’s your turn: show us your therapeutic art around “Tell us about a time someone hurt your feelings.” I urge you to give it a try. It can be any form of art as long as it speaks to you.
Leave us comments with your work so we can share in your creative therapy, too. If you don’t have a community or blog where you upload photos, you can upload them on our flickr group.
Remember, this is not a competition. If your art makes you feel even a bit better at the end, you’ve won.
Until next week, enjoy each and every moment.
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