No one wants to see a confronting image that might touch on subjects like mental illness or suicide. But there’s beauty in what some find ugly or confronting. There are some friends who’ve made it n have managed to keep their integrity and still paint from their own experience with something meaningful to it. Outside those few I just don’t see anything more than a labourer doing what they're told not an artist expressing themselves. But without that heartless experience of painting shit people will always like, some people seem to find something in my work and even my poetry and how it makes them feel which is worth more than anything. While my bank account, self esteem and heart goes further down the toilet though, I just paint from my reality as I live it and as I see it. As hard as it can be living like that sometimes revisiting moments to put on canvas it can be healing or dangerous honestly to paint an image that triggers a painful but meaningful memory. And honestly that’s what my work is all about in short. I paint my reality no matter how it’s taken by the viewer or sometimes how it can effect the artist hence my break for most of last year what I needed to paint was to hard for me.