That long, transparent thing with its metamorphic container manages to astonish, every time, again. A squeeze of the trigger producing a bond. The cartridge, unwilling, is forced toward an unknown fate. Most often, it dances its drunken sway, spills out, loses form, builds slowly, then trickles and flows beyond control. Within minutes, it steams with gleaming vapors, slides from here to there and back again, grips everything and releases nothing. Or else, lets go all at once,

An entry hole and an exit hole.  Wounded fabric.  A bleeding path of trailing thread, torn, or lost along the way.  Hole after hole.  The needle rises and falls, at times brushing close to the face, at times far from it. Sometimes it vanishes behind a screen, and you can only guess from where it will return. A practiced hand finds, through the fabric’s dense weave, the next stopping point. The other hand, less skilled, is startled by the sharp flicker of pain.   Stitch upon s

Judith  Siano, a prominent art therapist living and working in Israel, talks with philosophers and art therapists, some of whom are no longer with us, to find meaning in life amid war.  Tal  Siano assisted in reviving and editing her guests.   Edith Kramer Judith Rubin and Judith Siano Judith Siano: judithsiano@gmail.com Judith Siano - The Box Opens

“We are all three, no four, generations, in the helping professions, my grandmother was a nurse, my mother a social worker, and I am a developmental psychologist, no, actually four, as my daughter is a clinical psychologist.” “Oh, how interesting,” people say at dinner parties, smiling, hoping to move on to something more interesting, away from our older people’s obsession with our family trees - as if flinging ourselves into the history that we will soon become. My grandmoth

Ⅰ.  Introduction   In my previous paper, "Sand Drawing Therapy: A New Approach to Art Therapy," I discussed the characteristics and significance of using sand drawing as a form of therapy, as well as the procedures and precautions for its implementation, citing relevant literature. In this paper, I would like to introduce the practice and specific methods of sand drawing therapy through a case study. The therapist (hereafter Th) stands facing the client (hereafter Cl) and is

I was born in Israel in 1974, nine months after the Yom Kippur War. I was five years old when my family moved to a new town. My first memory from there was getting out of the truck that was transporting our belongings and meeting a woman who asked me who we were. I told her enthusiastically that we had come to live here and that we were relatives of my aunt, who already lived there. Her response was: "Oh, another family of Farsi miduna..." *   It was my first encounter with t

«С точки зрения молодости жизнь есть бесконечно долгое будущее, с точки зрения старости — очень короткое прошлое». Артур Шопенгауэр Oh God! May I be alive when I die. Donald. W. Winnicott Что может предложить терапевт пожилым людям, которые идут к финальному этапу своего жизненного путешествия? В этом материале я делюсь своим пониманием сути такой работы, их воспоминаниями и опытом. Всё это стало частью и моей жизненной истории. Я работаю со стариками, с их душой и телом. С т

On Being a Western Contemporary Ink Painter in Japan   I am a British ink* painter based in Japan and have been working in ink for many years. I studied calligraphy (Shodo), both ancient Chinese scripts and Abstract Calligraphy (Bokusho), for about 9 years, but I realized that however much I loved the Chinese characters themselves, calligraphy was always going to remain ‘other.’ I was not able to use it to express myself fully as it was not my language. My second stint with i

Tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic… A needle taps over and over on a sheet of paper, each stroke piercing it. The action focuses on a specific area,...

Art connectors, adhesives, and accumulations as a prism of the soul in times of trauma. Joiners, Dividers, and Measuring Tools are a...

We are both walking along the path in the park. We only come to the park on weekday mornings, when there are fewer people. You don’t like...

Creating a Collage with the “Soul Pages” Method Eleven years ago, one of the most difficult periods of my life, I was just beginning...

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...

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...

Kyoto path Encountering Nona Orbach and her world of art therapy has frankly had many ripple effects on me – her love of Kyoto and...

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...

Untitled, Adi Eliel Leshem, collage with photography and drawing, 2023. The text’s title is a reversal of Wilfred Bion’s “Attacks on...