Our next project was to draw a bridge. There were no rules except for the fact that you had to draw yourself somewhere in the picture. This is a very common exercise in art therapy and can tell the therapist a lot about a client by how they draw the picture. Questions the therapist might ask about the drawing are:
Where is the bridge?
What time of day is it?
Where is the bridge leading to?
Where is the bridge coming from?
Where are you in relation to the bridge (coming, going, on the bridge, under the bridge...etc)
What is the bridge crossing over? Is it dangerous?
What is the bridge made out of? Is it sturdy or flimsy?
Here is my bridge:
When I was a teenager and had friends with cars, we would often go to places where we could see the New York City skyline from our side of the river in NJ. The view was so breathtaking and I could sit there for hours just staring at it, wondering what was going on over there, and wishing I could go check it out. We would normally stop at 7-Eleven first and stock up on junk food to eat while we were watching. It was such a peaceful thing to do yet it was also exciting because we were so close to a whole other world.
When I was asked to draw a bridge, I didn't hesitate to try and recreate that scene. The bridge is supposed to be the George Washington Bridge which is going over the Hudson River. I am on the NJ side staring from a distance, longing to be on the NY side. It is dark out and the lights on the bridge are shining brightly alongside the moon. My bridge is made of steel and is very sturdy, and what it's crossing isn't especially dangerous (unless of course you mistakenly drink some of the polluted water).
While my drawing represented nothing but a great memory to me, there was much more involved that I wasn't aware of. I am currently at a point in my life where I still want to cross that bridge and see the exciting world on the other side, whether it's NYC, here in Phoenix, or somewhere else that I haven't considered yet. I'm a little apprehensive about actually crossing that bridge because I'm not quite ready, but I spend lots of time admiring it from a distance and contemplating the beginning of my journey. I know someday soon I'll make that trip, but I just need a little more time to prepare myself so that my journey turns out as good as I think it will.
PS When I was finally old enough to venture into the city, it certainly lived up to the image I had imagined in my head and then some. NYC ROCKS! Too bad I decided to move 2200 miles away from it. I miss it so much!