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Katerina Husar Lazarova


The Creative Cure

As an artist, I often get asked if creating art is therapeutic for me. So, why don't you pull up a chair, pour yourself a cup of coffee (or wine, if that's more your style—no judgment here), and let me take you on a colorful journey through my creative process? I'll share with you how each brushstroke, each splash of color, and every line I draw is not just a part of the art itself but a vital part of my own therapy that goes beyond mere creation; it is a profound journey of healing, self-discovery, and emotional expression.

Have you ever had a conversation with your subconscious? No? Well, lucky for me, my subconscious and I have a standing date every time I pick up a pencil. Through automatic drawing, I tap into a stream of consciousness where my deepest thoughts and feelings flow like a river of creative madness. The shapes and forms that emerge are often unexpected, revealing hidden secrets and emotions that even my therapist would be proud of. It's like a therapy session without the couch or the hefty bill.

Life throws curveballs, right? Stress, heartbreak, the trauma of accidentally sitting on your favorite paint tube—it's all part of the package. But when I create, I find healing. The act of painting is cathartic, like squeezing a stress ball, but with more flair. The repetitive motion of brush strokes is soothing, turning chaos into calm. Each piece becomes a badge of honor, a testament to my ability to turn life's lemons into a vibrant citrus-themed masterpiece.

Creating new pieces of art is like a never-ending scavenger hunt for joy. Playing around with new techniques, materials, or wacky concepts keeps my creative spirit doing happy dances. This mad scientist-style exploration keeps my brain buzzing with curiosity, like a kid in a candy store. It's all about embracing the fun and wonder of the unknown. Every new discovery is like finding a hidden treasure, and it's a constant reminder that there's always something fresh and exciting to uncover. And let's be honest, who doesn't love a good treasure hunt?


Sharing my art with others is like opening a window to my soul and yelling, "Hey, come look at this!" The feedback and connections I make are incredibly therapeutic. It's like a virtual group hug when someone relates to my work or finds joy in it. The art community is a vibrant tapestry of support, critique, and shared creativity. Knowing that my work resonates with others and sparks conversations and emotions is profoundly rewarding. Plus, sharing laughs over rogue paint splatters and misbehaving canvases is always fun.

Art teaches me to embrace imperfection. Not every piece will be a masterpiece, and that's okay. The journey is what matters. Each mistake, each "oops" moment, is a step towards growth. It's like life's way of saying, "Chill out, perfection is overrated." Embracing flaws and seeing them as part of the creative process is liberating. It's like giving yourself a high-five for effort, even if the result looks more like abstract chaos than planned perfection.


So, is my art therapeutic? Absolutely. It's my sanctuary, my therapist, and my source of endless amusement. Through art, I navigate the rollercoaster of emotions, discover new aspects of myself, and find peace in the chaos. It's a journey filled with healing, humor, and a few paint tube explosions. I recommend grabbing some paint or a pencil and diving in for anyone looking for a therapeutic outlet. Who knows, you might just find your own Zen Garden and a whole lot of laughter along the way.


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