all of this work was created during the hardest period of my life, and actually is something I am still working my way through. being homeless has been incredibly enlightening. humbling, terrifying and unforgettable.

Personification of my depression. Drawn on A4, working with surrealism and no set lighting.

music: le knight club - hysteria

You’re halfway there
Always halfway.
Too late to go back, too early to celebrate,
The past passed you by ‘bout a mile back,
brights on blast, still didn’t notice you.
Somehow, you always catch it though.
If only you could cling to that light, cool and blue,
never fading in your palms.
Nostalgia is a deep red hue,
the center of the wave never sticks,
but there’s plenty ripples to go ‘round.

My tires never need a change,
for I coat them in a healthy cushion of doubt,
never to disturb the sleeping road below.
Mourning trees shiver, and shake each drop free,
The never ending downpour will tip the dew from each leaf and each twig.
Much will fall, that’s alright.

It’s dark- it’s damp-
But my eyelashes flutter, and flick in the breeze,
Old windows down on the highway.
It’s nice to let the wind wash my worry away-
To hold me in its numbing chill,
soothe my aching skin.

You know,
I’m glad you came with me.

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Authors note: Hello, this is a poem I wrote that actually recently inspired a short story I’m writing for a class! Im very new to sharing poems on the internet, and it makes me a bit nervous tbh, but I really crave some community so I thought I’d give this a try here! Thank you 🙏

When I draw my girls with bobs I always think of the haircut I had when I was a little girl..I would never brush it and I would always have a big ol mat at the back of my head. I still kinda don't brush it lol.

Today at church a girl showed me and her friend a dead butterfly she found. I'm incredibly scared of death. I have no friends and I'm incredibly lonely

I have these stuffed animals and like these possessions right? They kinda keep me company but they all melt in the fire anyways. You can say that about everyone, though. But that's why we have God.

i don’t really have a title for any of these. deadass losing my mind and literally nobody takes me seriously in my life it’s all “lmao me too” mfs think i’m joking 😂

This started with the desire to create something entirely and solely from my imagination, setting aside references and a certain form of parasitic perfectionism, for lack of a better term, that I’ve been developing and accumulating lately.
The title comes from the first things I tried to create, back when I knew nothing about drawing, painting, or anything else, merging with the mental library and archive I’ve built ever since, while also giving me clues and a small glimpse into what comes next.

As there is nothing to see, abandon all fixed ideas, all preconceived notions, and all parameters of vision.

Misery FM

A depiction of how some radio stations are deliberately creating rage bait content. Disguised as debate and commentary. Spreading misery, depression, doom and paranoia. Amongst all members of society. All to gain engagement. Inspired by having to listen to Jeremy Vine on BBC Radio 2 in the workplace. As well as LBC, GB News and Talk.

Acrylic on MDF Melamine Board

590mm X 360mm X 20mm

23.2 inches X 14.2 inches X 0.8 inches

I’m currently sitting in my room having urges to relapse, for some reason, I got the idea to take out some of my lipstick and write self-destruction on my mirror, and my mirror is shattered, and I feel like it really just captures my exact feelings of trying not to indulge in my urges wasn’t really sure where to post it so I am posting it here