Bev Petersen
Art is my therapy. As a child growing up in the forties and fifties, a time when children were to be seen and not heard art was a way to express what I could not verbalize. It was a way to escape the family dysfunction and chaos. Although art was not the occupation I chose it remained a necessary constant in my life. The most difficult aspect was accepting myself as an artist, which I really did not do until a few years ago and after struggling with anxiety two years ago I am finally able to understand the healing power of Art.