“Thanks to art, instead of seeing one world (our own), we see it multiplied.” — Marcel Proust
I’ve been looking at the therapeutic nature of art to one’s recovery lately. In our active addiction, we tended to have a single, narrow view of ourselves and the world we live in. We thought that everyone was obsessed by using, fantasies and erotic images; we saw others perhaps as mere doubles of ourselves.
One of the great joys I find in reading is the ability to enter other people’s lives. We often come to know fictional characters even better than our friends because a novelist can give us the illusion of being all-powerful and all-knowing. So we get a special “inside view,” and many people in books become familiar and very dear to us.
Reading can take us out of ourselves and expand our views of other people. We learn that, indeed, “it takes all sorts to make up a community in this world of ours,” and our lives become less isolated through contact with others. The power of art is to deepen and enrich this perception of ourselves in relationship to the world. Through reading, watching plays and films, or exploring a painter’s world, we begin