According to my plan, my goal was to guide myself, and further, the viewer, through processing a traumatic experience, to live them through and transcend. After several months of intense work, I couldn't say I was any closer to becoming healed or something like this. I kept drawing all my images and my physical experience imprinted in my body, but I felt that it was meaningless. Probably it could make some use in a psychotherapeutic session, but it doesn't make sense. Being here at Sint Lucas, being an art student is a privilege, and I'm a cheater who considered her art as a powerful tool, but it's nothing. This thought paralyzed me. I shared my doubts with
Hugo Puttaert during my coaching session. He agreed on the uselessness of art, and from his perspective, it turned out to be the greatest gift. There is a space with no settled aim, direction, limits. It's like a divine playground where I'm allowed to be.