This is a story of what you do with yourself when you finally acknowledge that being a prisoner of the bitch past and its two ugly daughters Depression and Anxiety is no longer a viable, or credible, option.  Mental well-being is not a given and finding myself in a spiral of despair I took the plunge and returned to college as a mature student where I rediscovered the joys of sketchbooks, telling visual stories and experimenting with colour, bloody hot kilns and all things ridiculously arty.  It hasn’t been a straight line out of the mire and, like so many who attempt the journey, it is fraught with setbacks and obstacles… sometimes unintentionally self-inflicted.  Ever the drama queen some might say.

 

 

But here we are!  A fledgling business rising out of the ashes of anguish and a reconnection with people, the art of naughtiness, campery and fun coupled with a sheer lust for life that being creative can give one.  It’s all an experiment but life isn’t a rehearsal so what the f**k.

 

 

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                 Marcus

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                 August 2019...

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                                      ... and it's still true in early 2021!