"life keeps throwing unwanted 'excitement' at us... " And excitement isn't always fun, eh, crowstories?
The most difficult times in my life- death, divorce, work, lawsuits, etc.- have been the best fodder for my art.
I was stabbed in the back with a pair of heavy scissors by a patient diagnosed with schizophrenia back in 1998. Thereafter, due to symptoms of PTSD, I sought services from an art therapist, which changed and enhanced both my life and my art.
About every two weeks for about six months, I had sessions with the art therapist, she would look through my journals, and we would discuss the images. in one drawing, I had a rendition of my supervisor using the F word, and, out of respect, I apologized for it.
"NEVER", she instructed me, "Apologize for your art!"
"Your art is yours", she went on to say, "And never let anybody control your art".
Here's a frame from the stabbing incident:
Had it not been for art, I would have become one of the psych patients that I served!