Super Moon Aligns with Temple of Poseidon by Constantine Emmanouilidi
you’ll take me aside and say,
"well, david, what shall i do? they wait for me in the hallway"
and i say, “don’t ask me, i don’t know any hallways”
Soul by Gary Kelley
Number 4 (Gray and Red) ~ Jackson Pollock
Last year I posted a small series of images that illustrated my experience with depression and anxiety. It resonated with quite a few people, so I felt that it was something I should continue to build upon. I worked on it all semester as part of a portfolio class, and while it was a ton of work, I’m glad I was able to do it.
Mental health disorders are such a taboo topic. If you ever bring it up in conversation, people awkwardly get silent, or try to tell you why it’s not a real problem. When I was in the worst parts of depression, the most helpful thing anyone could have done was to just listen to me - not judging, not trying to find a solution, just listen. I’m hoping that these images will help open up conversation about mental health issues. Everyone is or will be affected by them one way or another, and ignoring them doesn’t make things better.
You can see the rest of the images at www.edwardhonaker.com
16x20” prints on 20x24” mats
Artist statement after the jump:
cat updates: we returned from the vets yesterday afternoon with something of an all-clear and a diagnosis of soft-tissue damage from the vet. i have no idea how that could have happened, but at least it isn’t something more serious.
on the downside, she’s not eating and so i don’t really have a good way of giving her the pain medication she’s meant to be taking. at least my parents will be back from their holiday tomorrow so i’m not stuck dealing with this all by myself, and being stuck in middle-man limbo because i’m not sure exactly what treatments they’d agree to pay for.
Monika Bielskyte - More from the series A Place to Wash the Heart
I don’t think I’ve uploaded a picture of my cat on here yet.
Anyway, this is her; the picture is a few years old, but ageing hasn’t made her any less adorable. I’m trying not to worry about her; hopefully she’ll be alright when I go to pick her up in the morning. God knows what I’ll do if she’s not. That little ball of fur means the world to me.