Paint This World A Different Color. Open. May 15, 2010 15:08:47 GMT
Post by ADAM HAMISH NCNALLY on May 15, 2010 15:08:47 GMT
His work was challenging but Adam had known that since the moment he had choosen to go down this course. He knew it would involve emotionally scared adults and children and the most difficult of them all teenagers. What he did was to try and help them by expressing themselves in a posistive way through art. It helped let emotions come out, it helped people find something they could do and have some self worth. It also had it's downside in which you sometimes had to use it to find out problems. Looking at drawing done by small children showing parents being murdered wasn't something you wanted to have to look at all the time and luckily Adam didn't. He wasn't one of those people on the front lines. Instead he worked will older paitents, those most in their teens and early adulthood. The ones whose problems were already known and marked down in a file somewhere. The ones who Adam only got his hands on after others had desiphered meanings within drawings and other art work. To be honest most saw him as a glorified art teacher and in someways thats how Adam saw himself.
Today had been ones of those difficult days. He had ones paitent who had turned up late, gave him verbal abuse for about ten mintues and then had left. He also had to deal with one who had decided to decorate the walls instead of the paper in front of them. In know doubt to try and piss him off. The thing was Adam tended not to get annoyed he would just shrug, saw it was wrong and wash the paint off. Some he knew knew no better but others did and it was those who liked to push his buttons. That's if they could find them that is.
Currently Adam was trying to remove the paint from the walls. Unlike most Therapist's he was located in a classroom. Mainly because he needed the space and they weren't being used that much. Plus there were more space to allow storage and art work to be hung up. Adam liked his pupils so to speak to have a project and he needed to have space for them all and to be able to lock them away so they didn't get destroyed by others. The removal of the paint was going well. Luckily it was water based and could be removed by a wet cloth and hot water. A pile of paper towels lay at his feet aswell as the bucket of soapy water. A few more wipes and it would all be gone.