The art of magic.


Some amazing things have happened to me over the last few years but I didn’t realize it, until now.

I started making my fine art composites as a means to release feelings that have been imprisoned in me for years and years.
In a very short time I started to change. No more angry and depressed Sabrina. Instead I found myself laughing, smiling, singing on a daily basis. I had a reason to live for the first time in my life.
Sounds gloomy, doesn’t it?
Well, I can assure you, it was.

And then the magic happened.

I had my first show and a small amount of people loved my work. They could relate to it and felt what I had suppressed for so long.
Great isn’t it?
But that wasn’t the magic. In time I had more exhibitions and met more people and the magic is the power my work has on people opening up to me.
They started sharing their stories pains and struggles with me. So by showing my feelings to the world it helped kindred spirits to open up to me, telling me things they have never told others.
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I’m saving all those lovely souls. But by taking that first brave baby step of sharing their emotions, they take a massive step forward.
All of this have resulted in a series of amazing conversations, sharing love, listening, crying and laughing and the very important feeling of knowing you aren’t alone and there is always a person who understands your mess.

But it doesn’t stop there.
there is another kind of magic at work, predestination.
Something that never crossed my mind. Let me explain what I mean.
If I sell a piece of art, I like to deliver it myself if possible. And as I hand over the work, people are excited, nervous, happy… Then they unpack and pick up the piece, walk over to the place they have chosen to hang it and its like all pieces of the puzzle fall into place.
from the art they have chosen, to the person they are and the home they live in., it all becomes one.
How extraordinary is this? I’m even getting goosebumps as I am writing this.
It is all meant to be. That piece of art in that particular house, loved and picked by that person.
Now call me crazy but this I find to be epic.

So art isn’t just to cure my own sadness, angriness and pain for me anymore. It’s a step to help many more lovely souls with their sadness, angriness, loneliness …
It’s a key to open up those who have always been locked up.
It’s the wings that help to break free.
It’s a start of a conversation with souls who where unable  to speak.

Even people who don’t have this emotional baggage seem to be attracted to the right work for them. It always seems to reflect the person who bought it.

And that is so much more important than 138 likes on facebook. 98 retweets or whatever.
That my sweet friends is what I call magic.

The magic of art. 

Take care, my door is always open. Don’t hesitate to step inside.

Lots of hugs and love. 

Sabrina M