It's a lot easier to be stuck than you'd think. Getting unstuck, that's hard. Knowing you are stuck, even harder. I was stuck. Stuck in fear. Stuck in the past. I'm not stuck anymore. I can feel my mind wandering down a different creative path. The Albatross Project is nearing it's end. I have a… Continue reading Stuck
We are all damaged in some way. No one journeys life unscathed. This damage shows itself differently for all of us, for we are all unique in our struggles and how we wear them. Be kind.
One day you will be ready to start putting yourself back together. It’s hard work, it takes time, and the only person that can do it is you. It’s a process, and you will be different than you were before. You will be magnificent.
For those of us who have felt on the edge, or been told we are. When you feel crazy, when you know something is wrong, but you can't see a way out and you don't know how to fix it.
The concept behind this image is of being crushed and claustrophobic. The walls closing in around you. The cardboard box represents the power poor mental health has over the mind.
‘Let me tell you the story of a little girl, who experience so much pain. When she could bear no more, she locked her heart away in a metal cage, deep in a dungeon, furthest away from everywhere and everything. A person cannot function without a heart, so she crafted a new one, from the people and things around her. She looked outside herself and created a false one: one that would serve to keep away the pain. As she built her new heart, she slowly forgot about her old one, her real one, and lost it forever.’
Most of us are guilty of hiding our true selves and creating false selves to protect ourselves from past pain and trauma. Because this duplicity of identity usually begins in childhood, I used the image of myself as a child.
This image is duplicitous. Firstly, the hands represent the hands of others, clawing, pulling and grabbing at me. Secondly, the hands belong to me. They are holding me tight and keeping me safe.
I had been travelling through a dark place for some time. It got darker and darker until I could barely hold back the darkness. I hope for people to relate to this image in their own way. I think we have all had our own darkness at some point. The darkness is different for each of us. For me, the darkness is fear.