I’ve been wanting to write to you and write to you and write to you until my fingers are bloody and my heart is full, because that is what I do, that is why I’m here. But I can only manage a few words today. You see, I’m on a different sort of medication now and I’m starting to feel a bit better.
But I need to slowly, slowly ease myself back into a creative state of being. I learned the hard way that it can’t be rushed. I need to take it a little bit at a time, a few words here, a few words there, and gradually build myself back up.
I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time – share with you some artworks I’ve gathered together that illustrate depression, including one of my own.
Celebrating the strange and the shadowy, the damned and unseen 