I used to do a self portrait every year as a way of self reflection. I watched this musical years ago called “Passing Strange” and at some point he had said his main character was “searching for something real, that only existed in art” and I think about that a lot. About what it means, and if it means that the only time I’ll ever really be happy is when I’m creating something.
art, like fandom, asserts the possibility of fellowship in a world built entirely from the materials of solitude. The novelist, the cartoonist, the songwriter, knows that the gesture is doomed from the beginning but makes it anyway, flashes his or her bit of mirror, not on the chance that the signal will be seen or understood but as if such a chance existed - Michael Chabon
I’m working with Mental Health America this month to ilustrate #mentalillnessfeelslike submissions for Mental Health Awareness Month. You can submit your own by messaging me (I’ve temporarily turned on anonymous messages) or use the hashtag #mentalillnessfeelslike on twitter.
