I like to do things.
I make things.
I distract myself, I always have.
It’s my form of safety and stability which isn’t something I’ve ever had the luxury of.
I my worst times I’ve drawn or painted. When the power went out and my portfolio was due I was painting. When I was in the hospital as my sister was on the way I had my art book with me painting. It changed and morphed into photography as I got older. Then I was left in darkness when the worst happened. No art book in sight just feelings left to be felt personally I look back now and I think that’s why I struggled so badly. Recently I changed jobs and I’m struggling again but it’s like my body didn’t lose count, the making , the knitting , the colouring I’m back to my default.