After 10 Years Of Slowly Dying, I Finally Found The Cause, And Now I See Abstract Art Whenever I Close My Eyes
10 years. 10 years of very slowly dying from a number of autoimmune issues, something that doctors couldn’t put their finger on. Finally, in 2011, I found my health, by uncovering the culprit for my unexplained issues (gluten, for those who are curious).
When that happened, and I started healing, my brain sort of re-wired. I’d close my eyes in the shower, and I’d see abstract art. I’d go to bed at night, and I’d see abstract art. I’d laugh hard, and I’d see abstract art. And all of that, when completely sober! My husband insisted it’s just me, healing, but I felt like it was someone programming my mind.
Fast forward to a few months later, and I fell in love with the style of “pop vintage collage” in 2011 — a style brand new at the time, making the rounds online. I started making these immediately as if it was a primal need of mine. I’d wake up in the morning, and I’d have this need to make a collage. Never before in my 39 years of life thus far I felt that way, but I cherish that feeling every day now.
Art flourished late for me, it was almost on a “paused” mode it seems, but it finally did arrive when I was ready for it.
Maker
Rising Mountain
Spring Crop
OCD Lady
Weight Loss Wrap
Light It Up
I AM I
WormHole
Natural History Museum
Gold Digging
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When that happened, and I started healing, my brain sort of re-wired. I’d close my eyes in the shower, and I’d see abstract art. I’d go to bed at night, and I’d see abstract art. I’d laugh hard, and I’d see abstract art. And all of that, when completely sober! My husband insisted it’s just me, healing, but I felt like it was someone programming my mind.
Fast forward to a few months later, and I fell in love with the style of “pop vintage collage” in 2011 — a style brand new at the time, making the rounds online. I started making these immediately as if it was a primal need of mine. I’d wake up in the morning, and I’d have this need to make a collage. Never before in my 39 years of life thus far I felt that way, but I cherish that feeling every day now.
Art flourished late for me, it was almost on a “paused” mode it seems, but it finally did arrive when I was ready for it.
Maker
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