We Matched Real Circus Artists With Still Lives To Show How Trivial Worries Can Be
Anxiety is real. We all worry. Every day. About important stuff and stuff that doesn’t deserve it. So this project was inspired by that – worries.
The past year was a transformational one for me. I was forced to take a different perspective on my life: going through a separation with my partner, overcoming childhood issues, redefining myself as a woman, mother, artist, and a human being. This project helped me to deal with lots of anxiety.
I worked on this project with a fellow artist, Jenni Juurinen. It took us about half a year to complete. We worked with professional and amateur circus artists, dancers and gymnasts. The color of each scene represents a certain emotion. Can you guess which one is which?
I hope taking a look at the images below can help some of you realize that it’s all in your hands and that all your problems a matter of perspective.
More info: dashapears-art.com
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Share on FacebookI wish to clarify a few things. God Bless You Always was supposed to be the last sentence. The reason I'm a slow healer is when I was 40, I had the bone density of that of a 95 year old. I'm 62 years old and I don't think the bone density goes back in time. This year I'm trying not to get pneumonia, and I'm trying not to break any bones. My sense of self worth is beginning to shine, and I'm taking care of my mental, emotional, spiritual, verbal, and physical health. My daughter unblocked me, in the start of April. To let me know that a friend died. My husband says by now she's ripping her hair out, because she thought I'd beg for her to take me back. But, for the 1st time in my life, I feel no sense of urgency. I'm not sure how I'd Mother her right now.
Yes! So, I've taken up writing my book. I worry less. Pray and Believe more. Have a deeper and more quiet faith. I'm allowed 3-10mg of diazepam a day. I only take 2 most days. One when I'm having a good day. Thank you for being a great platform to try to explain where I am right now. It's a great place to be, that I've never been in before! It's all a new thing for me to get up in the morning, and not be worried over anything. I'm not worried that my daughter unblocked me, then said, 'I'm not doing this so we can talk about me or my life, or about my children, or their lives.' So, what do I have to say to her? Nothing. Nadda. Finite. And, this maybe the last time I comment on this site. So, God Bless You Always...
You know you must read my messages backwards. I have to want her hollering at the top of her lungs, so I can't get a word in edgewise. I'm not willing to go back to that yet. I'd love to see my Grandchildren, but I know she's poisoned their young minds. I faced a long time ago;my daughter is a sociopath and a narcissist. Her father was both to the extreme, plus he was a psychopath. He was a convicted rapist at the tender age of 20. He held a 72 year old lady hostage for 3 days, where he severely & brutally raped her, severely & brutally sodomized her, and severely & brutally beat her. He then walked out to the street, naked with an erection, went down on his knees, then down on his face. After 8 months in the hospital they let was left of the old woman go home. Her daughter's were taking turns staying overnight at her house, and one night she sent her daughter home. But, they'd have lunch the next day. Her daughter found her hanging from the chandelier in the foyer. It was 5' across.
I'm seeing, through these pictures that I worried a lot of my life away, because my PreciousGod Bless You Always...Mom was a worrier. And, when I was a little girl, I aspired to be just like her. I don't worry about things like I used to. I thought the most horrible thing that could happen to me, was for her to die. But, she did, and at her funeral was the last time any of her family spoke to me. Then, 2 months later, my only child put me out of her life, and denied us seeing my Grandchildren for 9 months. I broke & fell into a coma for 5 weeks. I got better, and better, then had a broken ankle in 2017. I'm a very slow healer, so just got over that, and spent April to May 18 in hospital rejecting antibiotics, with pneumonia, so bad they thought I would die. But, I came home, and in July fell in the exact same place, but this time broke 10 bones, and shattered 2 in my left foot. This year I'm trying not to get pnuand I thought I'd try not to break any bones. T
I wish to clarify a few things. God Bless You Always was supposed to be the last sentence. The reason I'm a slow healer is when I was 40, I had the bone density of that of a 95 year old. I'm 62 years old and I don't think the bone density goes back in time. This year I'm trying not to get pneumonia, and I'm trying not to break any bones. My sense of self worth is beginning to shine, and I'm taking care of my mental, emotional, spiritual, verbal, and physical health. My daughter unblocked me, in the start of April. To let me know that a friend died. My husband says by now she's ripping her hair out, because she thought I'd beg for her to take me back. But, for the 1st time in my life, I feel no sense of urgency. I'm not sure how I'd Mother her right now.
Yes! So, I've taken up writing my book. I worry less. Pray and Believe more. Have a deeper and more quiet faith. I'm allowed 3-10mg of diazepam a day. I only take 2 most days. One when I'm having a good day. Thank you for being a great platform to try to explain where I am right now. It's a great place to be, that I've never been in before! It's all a new thing for me to get up in the morning, and not be worried over anything. I'm not worried that my daughter unblocked me, then said, 'I'm not doing this so we can talk about me or my life, or about my children, or their lives.' So, what do I have to say to her? Nothing. Nadda. Finite. And, this maybe the last time I comment on this site. So, God Bless You Always...
You know you must read my messages backwards. I have to want her hollering at the top of her lungs, so I can't get a word in edgewise. I'm not willing to go back to that yet. I'd love to see my Grandchildren, but I know she's poisoned their young minds. I faced a long time ago;my daughter is a sociopath and a narcissist. Her father was both to the extreme, plus he was a psychopath. He was a convicted rapist at the tender age of 20. He held a 72 year old lady hostage for 3 days, where he severely & brutally raped her, severely & brutally sodomized her, and severely & brutally beat her. He then walked out to the street, naked with an erection, went down on his knees, then down on his face. After 8 months in the hospital they let was left of the old woman go home. Her daughter's were taking turns staying overnight at her house, and one night she sent her daughter home. But, they'd have lunch the next day. Her daughter found her hanging from the chandelier in the foyer. It was 5' across.
I'm seeing, through these pictures that I worried a lot of my life away, because my PreciousGod Bless You Always...Mom was a worrier. And, when I was a little girl, I aspired to be just like her. I don't worry about things like I used to. I thought the most horrible thing that could happen to me, was for her to die. But, she did, and at her funeral was the last time any of her family spoke to me. Then, 2 months later, my only child put me out of her life, and denied us seeing my Grandchildren for 9 months. I broke & fell into a coma for 5 weeks. I got better, and better, then had a broken ankle in 2017. I'm a very slow healer, so just got over that, and spent April to May 18 in hospital rejecting antibiotics, with pneumonia, so bad they thought I would die. But, I came home, and in July fell in the exact same place, but this time broke 10 bones, and shattered 2 in my left foot. This year I'm trying not to get pnuand I thought I'd try not to break any bones. T











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