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Nest in my pocket - Efrat Dekel
In March 2025, I took part in a supervision group for therapists. We were invited to create a container, a three-dimensional structure...
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A mound – Adi Hilbuch-Tamir
When she passed away, we lost ourselves in her art room. Piles of drawings and paintings heaped on top of each other Of all sizes and...
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Foo-Foo Has Passed Away, RIP - Moran Yotvat
Unconditional love . I am eight and a half years old. I’m returning from school to the village using the shuttle like I used to every...
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Judith Siano - The Box Opens
The Botanisierbüchse my mother gave me (photo by Ami Siano) Found I walked the woodland, A lonesome man To look for nothing- That was my...
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A traditional Japanese dancer - Iori Kolar
Kyoto path Encountering Nona Orbach and her world of art therapy has frankly had many ripple effects on me – her love of Kyoto and...
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Grandma of iron and embroidery - Yifat Kates
My job at Grandma Onyo’s home in Petach Tikva was to open the door to the customers who brought items for “artistic repair.” Grandma sat...
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Journals, Notebooks, and Ledgers - Amira Or
In recent years, many art therapists have begun to use art journals. Unlike conventional art surfaces, ledgers or journals are readily...
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Healing through Impermanence – Nomi Tannhauser
Plasticine as a means of dealing with life’s passages My journey with plasticine began when I was teaching the art of color mixing to my...
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A wave of a hand - Anat Schreiber
When I was nine years old, during the languid days of summer vacation, my mother enrolled me in a painting workshop just a short walk...
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An art & sandplay therapist's creative origins - Lenore F. Steinhardt
PHILOSOPHY OF SPONTANEOUS IMAGE-MAKING WITHIN AN ENVIRONMENT A wide sandy beach off the Atlantic Ocean was my first studio. Throughout my...
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Babe - Ron Geva
It’s Monday. Gali appears at the doorway in her pyjamas. “Slime!” The glue cap is stuck, it has been fused to its body since last Monday....
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Magic, Mystery, and Spells - Amira Or, 1998
Turmoil in the room – wet sand, a pool of glue, newspapers, hammer and nails. Paint stains on the carpet and on my skirt. I’m on the...
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In the protected room - Amira Or
Crammed in the protected room with my partner, my patient, my son and my grandchildren My partner, my patient, and I lean on the concrete...
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