Vintage Abstract Art

ten years. ten years of really gradually dying from a number of autoimmune dilemmas, a thing that health practitioners couldn’t put their particular little finger on. Finally, in 2011, i came across my wellness, by uncovering the culprit for my unexplained issues (gluten, if you are curious).

When that happened, and I started healing, my brain sort of re-wired. I’d close my eyes when you look at the bath, and I’d see abstract art. I’d retire for the night during the night, and I’d see abstract art. I’d laugh difficult, and I’d see abstract art. And all of this, when entirely sober! My better half insisted it's only me, repairing, but we thought like it had been someone programming my brain.

Fast toward a couple of months later, and I fell in love with the design of “pop classic collage” last year — a method original at that time, making the rounds on the web. I started making these straight away just as if it absolutely 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 during my 39 many years of life so far we felt like that, but we cherish that feeling everyday now.

Art flourished late in my situation, it was practically on a “paused” mode it seems, however it finally did appear once I was ready for this.