Thursday, 21 February 2013

Light at the End of the Tunnel

Acrylic on canvas, 2012, 12" x 15.5".

A lot further into my recovery I could see more hope. I was more willing to trust the world that by this time I had entered. It wasn't so bad after all. Every day meant climbing further out of the tunnel and towards the light that was reality. At the time of painting this I was on my way out of a mini episode and settling in to a higher dose of medication. Things were difficult but the hope was coming closer. I could see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Thursday, 14 February 2013

Prying Eyes (14/12/2010)

They look with intent, and they can see
All that lies within my inner soul.
Surrounded by constant prying eyes,
They are everywhere.
Hidden cameras watching our every move.
The only place to hide, inside a toilet cubicle.
No such thing as freedom.
Privacy remains non-existent.
It's not paranoia when they really are out to get you.
Tormented daily by the reality I see,
All that I am aware of.
Even my walls adorned with faces,
They are everywhere.
It is only their way of spying on me.
There is nowhere to hide -
Faces imprinted upon my walls, even in the bathroom.
Ever prying eyes remain my enemy.
It's not paranoia when they really are out to get you.

Monday, 4 February 2013

Coming Home

Acrylic on canvas, 2011, 15.5" x 18".

At the time of painting this, I could see a better world in the future. However I was uncertain whether this new world I could see was actually real. I was experiencing a lot of confusion at the time and this was probably the peak of that confusion. This painting represents punching a hole through everything I knew and planet Earth being on the other side, a message of hope.

Apologies for the issues with the photo. The words that seem to have fallen off the side are 'Anxiety' and 'Being watched'.