One Year. 165 Hours. The Final Product.
Art is the best place to bury truth, pain and healing.
Art is a process of immersion and re-emerging.
The Universal Eye of Justice Is Always Watching
Collage Book by Vennie Kocsis Collage art is a medium which I feel most in harmony with. For me, it’s akin to throwing runes and letting the story emerge on its own. I picked up some outdated pocket planners from Half Price Books to up-cycle into new books. Below is a time-lapse video of my … Continue reading “I’m Kind Of a Big Deal: We’re Talking Cover-up”
This past decade has been filled with many turns in the bumpy road I have traveled. I have pushed through deep depressions and sad realizations about this human existence. I have absorbed and grown my mindfulness and ability to receive and give love. I have waded through dissociative disorder peaks, organizing the many compartments of … Continue reading The Eye Of the Mother
Introduction: This piece is a contribution from an abuse survivor. It details extreme abuse and could be triggering to readers. Please consider caution if you are a trauma survivor. By Lusciana Philomena I was born in the US in the nineties. My sister was quite older than me. She had her own issues, but … Continue reading A Story of Religious Abuse and Torture
Art and photography therapy are great outlets for trauma survivors.
When I create art it is usually in random spaces of time surrounding emotional overflow which needs to be expelled. Free flow ability is an important element for me to be able to live a self-healthy lifestyle. When a local woman came across my art and contacted me, she told me that she found my … Continue reading Ruins Of a Forgotten City
"A Progression from the 50's to the 70's" - an interactive, mixed media piece created to donate for a fundraising raffle. The base represents the ritualistic use of the checkered floor / secret mind control societies / using sex and pinups to sell product / starting wars while the people scream for peace / dropping … Continue reading A Progression From the 50’s to the 70’s
My life as a writer is a very solitary existence. Outside of my therapist, brother and sister and my fellow cult survivors on the internet, there is not one who has walked directly in my shoes and understands why writing my post cult experiences are just as daunting as writing Cult Child was. It is different writing … Continue reading The Most Difficult Part Of Writing Is Writing