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The stories I’ve never told

Drawing, painting, and writing about hope, dealing with pain, and finding strength in fear and discomfort

Newsletter · By Tina Heissler · English · DE · Official site

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  1. Issue · Aug 22, 2026

    Candles & some more candles (opens the original)

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    Recently, I’ve been thinking about how I had been shying away from fire as a subject in my work for such a long time, because I always connected to it negatively. Even though fire is a symbol of power to me, it also represents pain and destruction. I often describe the pain I feel daily as “burning”. But it can be so much more than that. Fire is a symbol of power and destruction, but it’s also warmth, and comfort, and hope. I’m thinking of campfires late at night, a light in the distance, a fire

  2. Issue · Aug 7, 2026

    Let’s write a gratitude list together (opens the original)

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    Think of things you encounter every day. Something you overlook, because you see it as ordinary. Imagine living it for the first time, or think of how it would be to wake up tomorrow to find it gone, never to be seen again. The morning light shining through your bedroom window, the warmth you can feel on your skin standing in it. The old tree you walk by that’s been there since you were a child. The smell of freshly cleaned clothes. Apples and everything you can make out of them. The woman that

  3. Issue · Jul 29, 2026

    The magical moments around us (opens the original)

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    I dried a bouquet of flowers I got gifted from a special person in a special moment to preserve that memory. One of them didn’t make it through unharmed, it lost its flower head to gravity. But I kept it and glued it back on when the drying was done, eager to make them feel whole again. Flowers die, and sometimes I am scared that the memory they created dies with them.Then I remembered how it looked when the flowers were still fresh and the light shone through the vase, creating shapes of color

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