Kara

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I'm Kara...a sensitive creative using my hands & heart to heal beneath the surface.

Transformation beneath the surface is clearing old thoughts and stories, tapping into your true desires to replace these with ones that inspire! 
Science is proving we carry DNA from 14 generations. We inherit experiences from family members we didn't even know, including trauma, before we're even born. Then, watch cycles play out in our lives without knowing a cause. The first step is healing stories we can name. Once you're on that path, heal from unknown stories as well. With intentional action through creativity.

I loved making art in high school. It helped me channel my emotions and express them in a way people could perceive. Though it's highly powerful work, I was raised to believe no one could make a living as an artist. Unless they were dead?
"Choose something creative with a high salary", they said. So I chose architecture, the land of technical precision, which eventually flowed into interior design. I couldn't create art without stress because everything should be 'perfectly' composed, proportionate and linear. I made only a few paintings between 2000 - 2017.
Which takes me to a couple of years ago, when I experienced the most painful heartbreak (heart opening). After 3 months of depression, I reached into my teenage toolbox & began painting to save my life. Literally. Splatting it, moving it with a palette knife, mixing like a magician - PLAYING. 
I don't follow rules. I follow what moves me, with inspiration from experiences and expressing through compositions of colour and movement. Layered, like our emotions. Imperfectly perfect.
Now I'm sharing my work and wish to inspire others to let go of control.
It's new for me to actually believe that I can & will live a creative life of contribution. Through my story & inspiring support, I encourage others to find the beauty of imperfection and love themselves through the mess.

The vision
Weekly virtual meetings:
one member each week brings forward something they would like to heal
Monthly virtual paint session: If we're close geographically, we can meet physically and livestream
Inspiration & motivation

This is for you
if you're struggling with self-love
if you have anxiety, depression, OCD, or ADD
if you're moving through transitions in life
if you're lacking passion & inspiration
if you are committed to more fully enjoying life
if you want to embody more of who you are
if you want to have fun while doing deep work





"You know you are imperfect, wired for struggle, but you are worthy." -Brene Brown


A bit of background:
My story began as a sensitive girl who liked to collect rocks, talk to animals, play with flowers, dance, and draw. I was also conditioned to believe that I'm not as important as my brother. A girl's role was to shut up and look pretty - cook & clean for the farmers, the real "workers". Not in those words, but I caught the vibe. I was expressive and passionate. Until some trauma as a child made me believe I had no voice. I was shameful and hurt, beginning my dissociation from who I really was. Looking back at old photos, I can clearly see a change in my grade three photo, where this free-spirited girl now felt unsafe the world.
To me as a pre-teen, a breast deformity (tubular and assymmetrical) meant I wasn't really a "woman" and could never be beautiful. Because breasts make a woman, don't they? And beauty determined my value. I felt like a mutant and hid in shame. I was a failure. When I expressed my deepest pains to friends and family, I was a complainer. Too sensitive. Too bitter. Too much. Crazy. I needed fixed. The ways I coped were many: self-hatred, mutilation, eating disorders, perfectionism. The more positive outlets were brooding poetry, creating art and singing alone in my room. Art delving into human emotion was my jam, the deeper the better. But everyone else's favourites were the ones that "looked" the prettiest".
They didn't see what I did, every time I looked beneath the surface of my clothes...how advertisements, and popular 'entertainment' permeated any sense of worth in myself. By graduation I had tried three different anti-depressants to numb out. The last one worked so "well" that I couldn’t create poems and artwork anymore, so I quit the meds cold turkey.
At 18 I thought I had the cure to my depression. Breast implants would make me feel normal, not a monster. Like I could be loved. At the same time I hated having them in because every day they reminded me I was not enough on my own. I played the role of a woman who objectifies herself for acceptance & ‘protects’ her soul, her joy, her light. A shell hiding the pain. That's what people wanted, right? For everything to be pleasant.
The next 15+ years of my life I was heavy into personal development, spirituality, and self-help. Regularly visiting psychologists, coaches and healers. I have been managing depression/anxiety and C-PTSD without meds. Often praised for having a calming presence. But under the surface is where I hid, bubbling with rage, grief, despair - pain from the past. Worried only about what other people though of me.
Breast implants were supposed to renew my life, give me a fresh start. What they did was steal my health and vitality. A body's natural reaction to implants (foreign objects) is to attack. My body is strong & did a great job at rejecting the first set. Within a few years I had a rupture and leakage. When I had them replaced, my body got so confused it started attacking itself. I was close to death in a hospital in 2011 - colleagues, friends and family didn't believe it because I looked "normal". Whatever that means. I now know many of my symptoms are due to breast implant illness that ravaged my autoimmunity. I am having them removed this year.
This is a long story, but the reason I'm sharing it is because DESPITE these challenges I kept showing up for myself.
I quieted my terribly rude inner critic and deemed myself worthy of a life I love.
Some MASSIVE triumphs have been clearing disease, breaking patterns, healing compulsions, coming back to nature, loving myself, having a child, and now - making art again. I have worked to build a well of self-compassion so deep that I won't allow it to be depleted. I've made the choice to be forgiving and loving of myself, first and foremost. And that trickles down to the way I treat everyone else in my life.

Come along for the ride - let's share inspiration, support and creativity!


















You can also visit
karacressman.ca
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This is for you if you'd like to claim your gift with purchase.

You'll get a new downloadable each month, in thanks.

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$11 or more per month

Members-only content + seed benefits

Root
$22 or more per month

Members only access, downloadables, entered into art draw

Flower
$44 or more per month

Benefits of 'Root' + live (online) painting party every 2nd and 4th Tuesday of the month

Harvest
$55 or more per month

One-time donation. In gratitude you will receive a handmade card with thank you discount code.

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I'm Kara...a sensitive creative using my hands & heart to heal beneath the surface.

Transformation beneath the surface is clearing old thoughts and stories, tapping into your true desires to replace these with ones that inspire! 
Science is proving we carry DNA from 14 generations. We inherit experiences from family members we didn't even know, including trauma, before we're even born. Then, watch cycles play out in our lives without knowing a cause. The first step is healing stories we can name. Once you're on that path, heal from unknown stories as well. With intentional action through creativity.

I loved making art in high school. It helped me channel my emotions and express them in a way people could perceive. Though it's highly powerful work, I was raised to believe no one could make a living as an artist. Unless they were dead?
"Choose something creative with a high salary", they said. So I chose architecture, the land of technical precision, which eventually flowed into interior design. I couldn't create art without stress because everything should be 'perfectly' composed, proportionate and linear. I made only a few paintings between 2000 - 2017.
Which takes me to a couple of years ago, when I experienced the most painful heartbreak (heart opening). After 3 months of depression, I reached into my teenage toolbox & began painting to save my life. Literally. Splatting it, moving it with a palette knife, mixing like a magician - PLAYING. 
I don't follow rules. I follow what moves me, with inspiration from experiences and expressing through compositions of colour and movement. Layered, like our emotions. Imperfectly perfect.
Now I'm sharing my work and wish to inspire others to let go of control.
It's new for me to actually believe that I can & will live a creative life of contribution. Through my story & inspiring support, I encourage others to find the beauty of imperfection and love themselves through the mess.

The vision
Weekly virtual meetings:
one member each week brings forward something they would like to heal
Monthly virtual paint session: If we're close geographically, we can meet physically and livestream
Inspiration & motivation

This is for you
if you're struggling with self-love
if you have anxiety, depression, OCD, or ADD
if you're moving through transitions in life
if you're lacking passion & inspiration
if you are committed to more fully enjoying life
if you want to embody more of who you are
if you want to have fun while doing deep work





"You know you are imperfect, wired for struggle, but you are worthy." -Brene Brown


A bit of background:
My story began as a sensitive girl who liked to collect rocks, talk to animals, play with flowers, dance, and draw. I was also conditioned to believe that I'm not as important as my brother. A girl's role was to shut up and look pretty - cook & clean for the farmers, the real "workers". Not in those words, but I caught the vibe. I was expressive and passionate. Until some trauma as a child made me believe I had no voice. I was shameful and hurt, beginning my dissociation from who I really was. Looking back at old photos, I can clearly see a change in my grade three photo, where this free-spirited girl now felt unsafe the world.
To me as a pre-teen, a breast deformity (tubular and assymmetrical) meant I wasn't really a "woman" and could never be beautiful. Because breasts make a woman, don't they? And beauty determined my value. I felt like a mutant and hid in shame. I was a failure. When I expressed my deepest pains to friends and family, I was a complainer. Too sensitive. Too bitter. Too much. Crazy. I needed fixed. The ways I coped were many: self-hatred, mutilation, eating disorders, perfectionism. The more positive outlets were brooding poetry, creating art and singing alone in my room. Art delving into human emotion was my jam, the deeper the better. But everyone else's favourites were the ones that "looked" the prettiest".
They didn't see what I did, every time I looked beneath the surface of my clothes...how advertisements, and popular 'entertainment' permeated any sense of worth in myself. By graduation I had tried three different anti-depressants to numb out. The last one worked so "well" that I couldn’t create poems and artwork anymore, so I quit the meds cold turkey.
At 18 I thought I had the cure to my depression. Breast implants would make me feel normal, not a monster. Like I could be loved. At the same time I hated having them in because every day they reminded me I was not enough on my own. I played the role of a woman who objectifies herself for acceptance & ‘protects’ her soul, her joy, her light. A shell hiding the pain. That's what people wanted, right? For everything to be pleasant.
The next 15+ years of my life I was heavy into personal development, spirituality, and self-help. Regularly visiting psychologists, coaches and healers. I have been managing depression/anxiety and C-PTSD without meds. Often praised for having a calming presence. But under the surface is where I hid, bubbling with rage, grief, despair - pain from the past. Worried only about what other people though of me.
Breast implants were supposed to renew my life, give me a fresh start. What they did was steal my health and vitality. A body's natural reaction to implants (foreign objects) is to attack. My body is strong & did a great job at rejecting the first set. Within a few years I had a rupture and leakage. When I had them replaced, my body got so confused it started attacking itself. I was close to death in a hospital in 2011 - colleagues, friends and family didn't believe it because I looked "normal". Whatever that means. I now know many of my symptoms are due to breast implant illness that ravaged my autoimmunity. I am having them removed this year.
This is a long story, but the reason I'm sharing it is because DESPITE these challenges I kept showing up for myself.
I quieted my terribly rude inner critic and deemed myself worthy of a life I love.
Some MASSIVE triumphs have been clearing disease, breaking patterns, healing compulsions, coming back to nature, loving myself, having a child, and now - making art again. I have worked to build a well of self-compassion so deep that I won't allow it to be depleted. I've made the choice to be forgiving and loving of myself, first and foremost. And that trickles down to the way I treat everyone else in my life.

Come along for the ride - let's share inspiration, support and creativity!


















You can also visit
karacressman.ca

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Tiers
Plant a Seed
$5 or more per month

This is for you if you'd like to claim your gift with purchase.

You'll get a new downloadable each month, in thanks.

Nourish
$11 or more per month

Members-only content + seed benefits

Root
$22 or more per month

Members only access, downloadables, entered into art draw

Flower
$44 or more per month

Benefits of 'Root' + live (online) painting party every 2nd and 4th Tuesday of the month

Harvest
$55 or more per month

One-time donation. In gratitude you will receive a handmade card with thank you discount code.