Over last summer I had a very bad depression due to some serious heartbreak. I fear there will never be a mate for me in this life and I will be barren till I die. I spent the months painting flowers in the garden and having morbid fantasies.
This led me to draw ladies/myself as flowers, going back into the earth. Ended up having such a wonderful time with this that I started to feel better, and I had some creative breakthroughs. I believe that my artistic practice is one of the main reasons I am still here, and for that I am so thankful.














