From that first night and my stick of bamboo, I painted every night. I’d sit in one of the group therapy rooms, play music on my phone, and use my $20 set of watercolours and my two brushes and just create and create…
Sometimes my paintings would depict how I was feeling – like my iceberg. A hint of myself above the surface and a wealth of untapped “Marnie” below the water line. Sometimes it was just for fun, like my cherry blossoms. Sometimes it was for friends as thank yous, like the Dandelion and Australian Bird. But every time I painted I felt stronger, more together and more able to express myself. I’d put my paintings on Facebook and was totally overwhelmed by the feedback from friends and family. It seemed like I was onto something that others could appreciate as well…