The Creative Source: An Artistic Life Shaped by Recovery by Adriana Marchione Published through In Recovery Magazine, Winter 2016, (link no longer active) I am an artist and a person in recovery; this statement illustrates how I define myself and shape my world. When I got sober in 1993, I found it absolutely necessary to…

  Sometimes life brings incredible surprises. I got a phone call several weeks ago from Janet Hopkins who is the editor of ‘In Recovery‘ magazine asking if I could come to Phoenix, Arizona this November to receive an award. I wholeheartedly said, ‘YES!’ and will be heading down to the In Recovery Gala on November…

‘Art is the only way to run away without leaving home.’ -Twyla Tharp Today, I am reflecting on ‘the art space’. After many years in my work as teacher, expressive arts therapist and interdisciplinary artist, I am still so struck by the powerful space that is created when we engage in art-making. This past weekend…

This quote by Samuel Becket has been surfacing lately, “Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.” This quote was first shared with me by my mentor and friend Stephen K. Levine during a time when I was feeling especially discouraged about my work. These days I am used to regular visits from doubt…

  Notes from a Crowdfunding Campaign… I recently completed a crowdfunding campaign for my a documentary film project I’m working on called The Creative High focused on artists who have faced addiction. It was a 30 day campaign that required me to embark on a virtual search for donations from friends, family, colleagues and strangers willing…

“I measure every grief I meet With analytic eyes; I wonder if it weighs like mine, Or has an easier size.” -Emily Dickinson Over the last several years I have been learning about grief through the language of the arts. This is a language that doesn’t require learning a pattern of speech but instead demands…

MY FATHER’S AFRICAN HEART By Adriana Marchione As I write this, I am flying back to the West Coast after a trip to help my family bury my father’s ashes in a green burial site next to Holy Cross Abbey in Berryville, Virginia. The cemetery, run by Cistercian monks, is in a beautiful setting surrounded…