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Rebecca's - Artist Inspired - Christine Highland

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Rebecca's - Artist Inspired - Christine Highland

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 Chantelle's - Artist Inspired - Christine Highland

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 Chantelle's - Artist Inspired - Christine Highland

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 Joyce's - Artist Inspired - Christine Highland

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 Joyce's - Artist Inspired - Christine Highland

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Art gives.

Art takes.

Art Comforts.

Art hurts.

I am my art.

My art is me.

Letting it out

Setting me free.

Colours.

Shapes.

Whirling around.

Letting me fly.

With my feet on the ground.

Hiding what I need to keep.

Letting go of what I no longer need.

Life without art.

Would be no life at all.

I need my art.

To keep me whole.

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 Joyce's - Artist Inspired - Christine Highland

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 Joyce's - Artist Inspired - Christine Highland

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 Melanie's - Artist Inspired - Christine Highland

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 Melanie's - Artist Inspired - Christine Highland

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Sarah's piece - Artist Inspired - Christine Highland

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Sarah's piece - Artist Inspired - Christine Highland

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 Alyson's - Artist Inspired - Christine Highland

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 Alyson's - Artist Inspired - Christine Highland

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Just Like da Pebble

My home on da Shetland Islands never stops showing me it's beauty.

We have some very sandy beaches.

Some full of pebbles.

My favourite .

The few just full of glass.

They are beautiful.

The glass ones often stay hidden from you, the tourist.

Left quietly for us locals to love.

Because of our rugged stunning landscape I often see beaches looking down from above.

In natural habitat.

Undisturbed.

Beautiful.

For me.

For Selkies.

Some days I walk bare foot on the sand.

Listening to the sounds of the sea.

Drawing pictures with my toes .

Pictures for the tide to wipe away after I have gone.

Some days I still still and watch .

Lost in wonder.

I often pick up a pebble or two and think.

Where have been and where you are going?

Like me.

The pebble.

Sat alone.

Quiet.

Sometimes lost.

But never not in awe of the sea, sky and land.

My home.

My Shetland.

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HOCKNEY

Art selling up to ninety million high,

yet still that curious Bradford eye.

From poolside calm to country air—

he paints the world as if it’s rare. 🎨

Wilma

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Extract p53 Dear Scotland Ally MCcoist.

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I'm excited

To find

New chapters

For writing

My clear

Thought s

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Tammie Norrie (Puffin)

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Tammie Norrie (Puffin)

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Have you joined one of our creative groups or the Neuro Creative Resource Hub? We’d love to feature artwork inspired by our sessions in our public gallery.

If you have an artwork you would like to share on this online gallery, please email a photograph of your work, or written text (if a poem/writing based) to neurosocial@brainandspine.org.uk