Although depression conventionally takes on the face of dullness, in me it stirs something different. As far back as I can remember—and especially in my adolescence—there was this urge to understand the other side of things. It was a type of place that maybe didn’t exist physically, but existed in the realm of my head. For whatever it’s worth, that’s still the vision that I try to paint until this day.
I’ll likely never be fully complete, or feel entirely content with who I am, my feelings, or my thoughts. Perhaps my mental instability is what triggers the colors to spill out of me. Sure enough, I’m drawn to the detached ecstasy that comes after each depressive state. Expressing that is what heals my trauma.
This series of 5 meticulously painted photographs aims to combine the factors of depression, anxiety, and mania with the the dignity of soft lines and meaningful color. . . These photographs exemplify the rush of euphoria after a lingering desolation. That’s what I want to exhibit here, and I hope others relate.
