I approach my mental illness with a healthy dose of dissonance. I like contrasting the dullness of clinical depression with bright colors and ironic humor, or using imagery like repressed Victoriana and midcentury suburbia to make a statement about mental health. This piece feels dizzy and surreal to me, just like it feels dizzy and surreal to admit to yourself that you need help or therapy or medicine in a culture of bootstraps and stubborn self-reliance.












