This is truly a depiction of my mental health diagnosis. There are two extreme poles in which I exist/reside.
What may seem funny to onlookers, can be a bottomless pit of hell for me.
Clowns fill me with fear rather than joy. Their mask so visible to me hides so very much. Underneath the fake smile there could be hatred or evil.
The depiction of the comic book ha ha’s signify the psychosis I have suffered… where I feel people are laughing at me. It’s all in my head so to speak. My artwork and photography is a form of therapy for me…. And it is so important for me to express.
I hope it helps others to understand me a little more… Or give them the courage to ask me about my pieces.