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By Max M-K
Unique
‘I started the drawing for this piece without really thinking about what it might become and it grew into something very important. I've been chronically depressed for most of my life and have spent the last few years trying to really understand my mind and how it works. I've grown to conceptualise my mental illness as a forest; dense, hard to navigate, all encompassing but also contemplative, private and familiar. It contains lots of signifiers to different times of my life. Reflected in the mirror is a room the colour of my childhood bedroom, with paintings and prints and cast metal from pivotal periods in my late teens/early twenties. The clothes are clothes I loved and wore till they fell apart. The asemic language on the left is taken from sketchbooks from periods of depression. The faceless cloaked figure behind the mirror holds cards from the 'implied meaning' series (the rest are scattered on the forest floor), something I made a few years back as a means to climb out of a particularly deep period of mental illness.’ - Max
By Max M-K
Unique
‘I started the drawing for this piece without really thinking about what it might become and it grew into something very important. I've been chronically depressed for most of my life and have spent the last few years trying to really understand my mind and how it works. I've grown to conceptualise my mental illness as a forest; dense, hard to navigate, all encompassing but also contemplative, private and familiar. It contains lots of signifiers to different times of my life. Reflected in the mirror is a room the colour of my childhood bedroom, with paintings and prints and cast metal from pivotal periods in my late teens/early twenties. The clothes are clothes I loved and wore till they fell apart. The asemic language on the left is taken from sketchbooks from periods of depression. The faceless cloaked figure behind the mirror holds cards from the 'implied meaning' series (the rest are scattered on the forest floor), something I made a few years back as a means to climb out of a particularly deep period of mental illness.’ - Max