It’s been a ridiculously long time since I created anything original, even something as silly as this abstract little piece. Little victories matter when you are fighting mental illness. It’s hard to explain how it roadblocks your desire to do anything. Hence, such little steps forward are important, at least to me.
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Pearlescent watercolour on Khadi cotton paper. -
I suppose this is the frustrating feeling I get a lot. I feel deep depression robbed me of a life. -
This artwork, however mediocre you might find it, has a special meaning to me. It was my last attempt at art before I made a serious suicide attempt. After I survived that, I promised myself I would finish it. A month on I finally have. -
Andy and I 
The Clowns are Plotting 
Recent Work That Needs Scanning. -
I came across an old picture of mine and felt a terrible tug in my heart. Because I know when I am gone, so too is my work. I can’t deny that hurts. I would like to believe that at some carboot sale where my life is sold after being cleared out of where ever I end up, someone will say that photo or piece of art (writing never gains much attention) is nice. That someone will appreciate it. They will, in a way, remember me.
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Polaroid SX-70
Bloody Roses 