When I was young, I would always draw to escape, but as I got older the less I did this. In 2017 I was admitted to hospital. I was feeling very isolated and disconnected. I would sit in the art room because it was quiet. I began to try to express how I felt on paper, and I would show others to see if they could feel what I was trying to express… some got it and others didn’t. I would then start drawing faces in an expressive way and more people started to appreciate my drawings. I heard words such as ‘pain’, ‘despair’ and ‘powerful’. It made me feel less alone, I felt understood.