Pain, like love, needs expression. The human mind naturally goes to creative expression: it’s the way we’re built. We are storytelling creatures. We look to art, and to story, to help us make sense of the world, especially when what’s happened makes no sense. We need images to live into, stories to guide us in the new life that has come. We need the creative process to bear witness to our own reality—to reflect our own pain back to us. In a world that so often doesn’t want to hear your pain, the page or the canvas or the sketch pad is always a willing companion.
