From Black Canvases to Colorful Eyes: Finding Art in Chaos

“I can’t cope anymore, all I want to do is lie here and let the world pass me by.”

I found myself sprawled on my couch, letting the tears run down my cheeks. My heart felt like it was cracking wide open, and a burning rage bubbled in my stomach. It was one of those days when the weight of the world felt heavier than my own body could bear. I reached out to my friend and shared my pain.

“Express it,” my friend said gently, as if sharing the world’s oldest wisdom. “The best thing you can do is channel all that anger, frustration, and pain. Transform it. That’s what I do with my music.”

“But all I want to paint is a big black canvas,”

“Then paint the black canvas,” she encouraged.

And so I did.

That conversation stuck with me, echoing in my mind as I reflected on the current state of our world. It was a few months back, but the memory feels fresh, like a wound that hasn’t quite healed. I was heartbroken—not just for myself, but for the chaos around us. Conflicts, casualties, injustices—every day seemed to bring fresh horrors.

What had triggered my spiraling emotions that day? Who knows. It’s hard to pinpoint just one moment in a world filled with so many tragedies.

These days, as I scroll through social media, I’m bombarded by an odd mix of content: everything from Adam Sandler protesting in sweatpants at the Oscars to catchy tunes like “If Zelensky Had a Suit.” And amidst this whirlwind, I see a silver lining: the greater the chaos, the more art emerges.

Creativity becomes an act of rebellion, a healing salve for our collective wounds. It transforms the ugliness of life into something we can digest. The messier things get, the more we need art to make sense of it all.

So, if you’re feeling anything like I once did, I urge you—express it! Write, paint, sing, doodle, scream, dance… just let it out. Don’t bottle it up.

After I finished my big black canvas—which I ultimately tossed—I felt lighter. It was as if I had purged a piece of my soul. Suddenly, colors reappeared in my life. The world transformed; it became bearable again. I started to see hope and beauty where I once saw despair.

That’s when I ventured into painting eyes—capturing the gazes filled with hope, love, and kindness. Each stroke became a reminder that even in darkness, light can break through.

So, my dear readers, remember: in times of sorrow, let your emotions flow into your art.

It might just lead you to unexpected places, where beauty and hope reside, waiting to be discovered.

And if we don’t know where this creative journey will lead us, let’s take it one step at a time—trusting that the path will unfold before us.

For me it means that I'm now designing clothing featuring my Eye art and much more!

Keep an eye out (no pun intended) , as the shop will be updated soon with Art to Wear that carries the essence of hope and transformation.

Additionally, if you're interested in unlocking your own creativity and changing the way you see the world, I invite you to follow along on this journey and reach out about future workshops. Let's explore our emotions and express ourselves together!