Art is something I care about, for some reason, something I can hyperfocus on, throwing every bit of my energy wholeheartedly into, albeit sometimes to the detriment of other areas of my life. I will fully immerse myself into it, but like a lot things, it often remains unfinished, unsatisfactory. But art is the one thing I’ve kind of got and I'm proud of it.

After speaking to a friend about my struggle to find meaning in my artmaking, they sparked an idea that felt significant to me (although, again, this was perhaps meaningful to me only): I saw potential in exploring the real reason for why I made art. This change didn’t happen overnight, but eventually and after many nights kept awake racking my, neurotransmitter-lacking, brains seeking a purpose, I considered that maybe my art was a raw, meta and visual story of what ADHD was to me; how it felt to me and what it did to me on a daily basis.

Note for sale is a Print of the work.

Work Actual Size: A3 Postage additional to cost and set by Artist and quoted on Enquiry.