/My thoughts are like bees, they sting me without leaving a mark and then lay dead on the floor of my mind. When it stops for a moment, I sweep them up and do as much as I can until the next swarm starts./
One performance and more than a couple paintings are the result of a deep contemplation on my day to day living with Depression and Generalized Anxiety Disorder. The paintings are the bruises on my mind that can't be seen, and I raise my voice to talk about them.
