Recovering the Artist: the 8th annual show at the Swift Shines a light on Recovery.
How did the Artist get lost? In life, most of us eventually face events that require a kind of absolute change in the nature of how we live, or think about life. But the loss of the artist is usually cultural. We have forgotten the time before diagnosis and drug therapy, and the reductionist labeling of
Welcoming the Gifts of Darkness: Thoughts on the Longest Night of the Year
Scratch the surface of the darkness, and discover new light.
You are Invited to Help us Celebrate 20 Years of Training Arts Based Therapists in San Diego!
With graduates working across the city, the country and the world, this anniversary is a great party for a great cause. Come make your own party hat and wear it for a cause! The 20-year celebration fundraiser begins on Saturday December 1st, 2018, from 5:30 pm-10 pm Proceeds are to benefit the Expressive Arts Foundation, a 501.c3 nonprofit, to help our
Songs of Freedom: A Two Day Song Writing Workshop
Instructors Wes Chester and Carrie Herbert invite you to free your voice and sing your song. I think that most people have unexpressed songs inside them, things that need to be given voice, whether it be personal or political.yet relatively few people write their own music. Many people believe songwriting is too difficult to imagine doing it themselves, or
Thanks are for Giving: A Message of Hope for the Divided American Table
-Wes Chester MA, CAGS Director, Expressive Arts Institute In the hundred-and-fifty-three years since Abraham Lincoln declared it an official national holiday, Thanksgiving Day has evolved almost beyond recognition. The story of a communal feast between early colonists at Plymouth and the Wampanoag tribe of Native Americans is a historic event only later adopted as an origin story.
Two Women Walk Into a Bra: My Search for an Ethical Foundation
by Judith Greer Essex PhD When is the beginning of womanhood? Unlike the biologically regulated event of menarche, the first bra fitting could be said to be one rite of passage for a girl. In my day it was called a training bra, although who was being trained for what is still in question. I was taken by my Mother