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Sarah James/Leavesley

Having been diagnosed with type one diabetes at the age of six, I’ve struggled on and off with body image issues and depression. This includes a distorted perspective on life, a sense of my identity being overwhelmed by my disability, a tendency towards bleakness and not trusting anything that appears positive, as well as a sense that there’s nothing totally stable, not even my sense of self. These ‘self-portraits’ pick up on different facets of my personal mental health experiences.

Distorted perspectives - distorted perceptions of myself and my mind's distorted perspectives of the world around me.
Cellophaned self - experiencing life at a distance, as if through cellophane, always tinged by melancholy/the blues.
Over-protected petals - life experienced at a distance as the result of over-protective mind, trying to minimise the risk of pain.
blipvert identity (mirror me) - trauma, disability and depression create a constantly fluctuating sense of self-identity and sense of being trapped with the brain/disability's small 'room'. The constant flow of rapidly cycling noisy thoughts can become overwhelming. NB this image would normally be a lot larger - I've reduced the size to meet the maximum upload size (though actually the smallness of the image at this size does reflect the sense of life and self being diminished/constricted).
blipvert identity (age of diagnosis as the elephant in the room) - trauma, disability and depression create a sense of being trapped with the brain/disability's small 'room'. Life experience is haunted by the self at the age of diagnosis with diabetes/a disability - the age at which everything changed. This child perspective/experience of trauma lives on into adulthood - as if frozen into my identity. The constant flow of rapidly cycling noisy thoughts can become overwhelming. NB this image would normally be a lot larger - I've reduced the size to meet the maximum upload size (though actually the smallness of the image at this size does reflect the sense of life and self being diminished/constricted).

Isabella Harper


After an easy childhood my world was shaken by a very messy parental divorce, after which I struggled severely with my mental health to the extent of attempting to take my own life a few months ago. Whilst I am nowhere near 'fixed' in any sense, I've acknowledged I will never be able to go back to my former self, and therefore am learning how to use art to cope with my emotions. Every day I am using art to channel thoughts and feelings I cannot verbalise in an attempt to aid those who cannot empathise with my struggles through means of verbal discussion, to at least understand a feeling.

Created during lockdown, this piece explores how those who do not wish to fit into the gender binary are sexualised and objectified by cisgender individuals, primarily through a lack of representation in mainstream culture.
Sometimes it feels as though our negative thoughts suck the personality out of us. As illustrated in this piece, the mind overwhelms our sense of identity.

Natasha Deacon


"Mental" was a perfect catagory for me when I saw it on artjobs instagram page. 

Obviously over this year it's been a trying time for every single one of us. When I looked back through my paintings over the years I realsied I have struggled for far longer until I was aware by a professional. I paint how I feel, yet sometimes I paint pretty flowers. Some of the pieces I am uploading for you to to hopefully take the time to see, people have purchased because they like it, the black and white or pop art, whatever their art preference, without really understanding the meaning behind the piece. Which is completely fine by me. I never really tell the buyer the story behind the piece, It's their story now,. 

It's such a weight off my shoulders in a way to upload these photos of my paintings and to tell MY meaning behind it. It's almost like... well I don't know it's just nice to get it off my chest through art. I hope if someone does read this, they look at my painting and make an assumption before they read what was going through my head as I was painting these pieces. 

Even writing this now I feel like a teenager again writing in my diary, instead I'm using my ex girlfriends shitty laptop she leant me *laughing face emoji*

This is a self portrait of me. Acrylic on canvas. I smile when I drink, and that's only when I fell content, happy and les anxious. My brother in law bought it from me. Like I said in my story, they don't know the meaning but they like the actual painting. He probably wouldn't have purchased it if he knew. But that's how I felt at the time (2016) and still do
Sometimes it's not SELF harm I'm no Dr, but I'm sure most cases in self harm are down to other people, without them realising the effect they are having on that person. Family, colleagues, partners etc etc. That's what I have felt before, this piece is based upon a magician doing the typical hankies out of a sleeve. They (the family, colleague, partner etc etc) may think they're being funny/ having a bit of banter but not realising the effect those words have on other people and what that other person does to make themselves feel better. Acrylic on canvas
I had a shit day at work (I'm a manager of an independent restaurant and was working nights part time in my local pub) I listened to Jess Glynne's "don't be so hard on yourself" the way home, but actually LISTENED to it this time. It was so uplifting. Got back to my flat, played it again, LOUD. I got a blank canvas and paints out straight away. The lyrics are "I drew a paper a smile to paper over me" So the girl (me) looks very happy, but that's because she drew a paper smile on her face. I based the smile on Ronald McDonald. If you hold your hand over the smile, she looks very sad. Acrylic on canvas.
This is a portrait of me and my lover when I was 19. He was 42. I thought he liked me. Turns out he just wanted me for sex. He enjoyed cocaine too much, he was an ass. See the clues? I sold this painting. God knows why they liked it but would probably want to pay me to take it back if they knew my meaning behind it. Acrylic on canvas
Evelyn Francis McHale After I moved to London from Wiltshire (one to persue an art career, one to get away from the guy in the previous painting) I was getting so much more into art and history, photography, galleries, you name it. I had no distraction dickhead around. I learnt about Evelyn, a beautiful young woman who took her life off the Empire state building in 1947. Apparently a photography student just happened to be in the right place at the right time (without trying to sound so morbid) and took the photo of Evelyn ontop of a car, despite falling all that way, when she landed she looked so at peace, hence it dubbed as the most beautiful suicide. The photograph is beautiful but of course it's in black and white. I wanted to paint her in colour. She must have felt her life was in black and white but I'm sure she gave colour to everyone in her short life. That's what I have learnt about myself after my suicide attempt in October 2018 and I vow I will try my best not to go to that point in my life again. Evelyn is an inspiration. Acrylic on canvas

Mr.R I L Primrose

During the past Nine years my wife has had to give up her work(survive life with cries for help incidents!!)Learnt to not always trust the medical profession, especially when she has been wheeled from ward to ward,hospital to hospital.

She has Fowlers syndrome which is a condition that  affects her bladder .She had a bladder pace-maker which went wrong and affected her mobility and

MENTAL HEALTH...she was always my ROCK..and Now I have to be her Rock.This photo was taken in Leicester Royal Infirmary Hospital Accident and Emergency ,and now got blood clots...and all I do is be the one to sit in hospitals...Mental Health can affect any of us... My wife and I were career driven successful people...She now cannot work and uses the "Crisis Team".We wait for her operation to come  to bring back some of her life...I work as a Support Worker for Adults with Learning Difficulties(Key Worker)and Complex Issues. 

Bruce Lee said"Dont prey for an easy life.Pray for the strength to get through it."
I understand Tyson Fury,the need to do exercise to release Seretonin,endorphins and coping with life's dark Caves and the chink of light in the long underground tunnel of 2020
Elemental, Creative Spiritual Being of Resilience and Positivity through Adversity
Born in Edinburgh(with a love ofRober the Brice) and live in England

Milena Deparis



These photographs are part of my collection Hidden Canvases of Brighton, showcasing hidden pieces of work through abstract compositions. My work has always been rooted in my intrigue of rusting objects and deteriorating surfaces – the ugly and ignored. Photography has always been a channel of escapism with the existential necessity to look outwards, which has led to an exploration of the immense beauty in the unobserved imperfections and irregularities of our surrounding world.


Metaphorically speaking, a hidden canvas is an invisible piece of art that is waiting to be seen. My aim is to capture and reveal them in an abstract, two-dimensional style that adheres to a certain asymmetry. I wish to evoke an appreciation for nameless art and an emotional understanding of our abandoned world and the abandonment of ourselves.




The story behind these photos and the particular naming of these photos reflect a painful but freeing journey of abuse and escape and the consequential effects on mental health. This story focuses on my intuition, knowing, and synchronicity when naming my images and how, in retrospective, they reveal our true state of minds and suffering which we are not completely conscious of until later.


Titling my photographs is something extremely important to me. I feel that the titles that accompany art are the truest and most unique reflection of the artist; a manner of allowing the audience to further access a deeper part of the person. A way of gently pushing the audience's direction and understanding of the piece. The title can be obvious or elusive, like a game where the audience must connect how the piece fits with the title and vice versa. An art piece's title is the cherry on top of the cake; the cake being the art in itself.


The process of naming my work usually comes from natural reactions and first word reactions. With the majority of my pieces, I will either have a word pop up in my mind that I believed, at the time, reflected the aesthetic ensemble of the photograph. I believed that the abstract and emotional undertones of the words reflected my general academic and sensory experience and comprehension of living in our society. However, with time and retrospection, I realized that my titles revealed more about myself and my mental health.


These photographs were taken, collection, organised, named and published while I was in an abusive relationship lasting five and a half years. This relationship involved emotional, psychological, physical, and sexual abuse. This personal and unfortunate circumstance affected my mental health in unfathomable ways and consequently, affected my photography more than I realized.


After leaving this person, fully realizing what I had endured, and coming to terms with that time in my life, I went through my images and collections as I usually do. But this time it was different. As I scanned through the photographs, something strong came over me as I read the titles, something I had never felt before in relation to my photographs. I was engulfed with an overwhelming emotion of comprehension and sadness as I fully realized that my titles also reflected my innermost experience – and I cried like I have never cried before.


These three particular titles (Broken, Stuck, Desperate) evoked a real acknowledgement, from myself to myself, of the abuse I did not deserve to endure, and the deeply buried emotions that I denied while I was in this relationship. I saw clearly that one's art truly reveals our soul's essence at the moment of creation.




To conclude this story, I will briefly talk about the last image titled Desperate. With some of my images that include a word or phrase, I usually do further research to see if there is anything interesting or relevant to the piece. However, with this particular piece, I instinctively decided not to investigate the sticker link because I felt it would be too obvious a form of promotion to whatever was awaiting at the end of the link. Instead, the phrase IN REACH and the colour tones in themselves were enough; they spoke to me in a deep sense.


A few years later I randomly decided to search the link in question. What awaited me was nothing short of serendipitous and fateful in nature. While today the link leads me to a media platform for London's leading underground music, at the time, the link was for a mental health organisation that provided support and information for those struggling with mental health issues.


With these images and my statement, I hope to shed light on all those who have, continue to, and might one day suffer abuse at the hands of another. I also aim to give hope that no matter how long it takes and how difficult it is, one can remove oneself from such a situation and find true meaning and life at the end of it. I aim to present how art truly reflects our innermost journeys and mental health and that even through pain, creates utmost beauty.




George Holder

Heroin addiction has plagued my dad for over half his life and most of mine, and although he no longer uses it, his past life still spills over into the present and is still very much visible. We had never spoken about his addiction until I started this project and it has become an eye opening experience for me as a son, and has given me a better understanding of my father’s struggles and the family dynamic they have created. He’s tied down by associations and carries the consequences of his actions from darker days. Through imagery and dialogue this project will hopefully give the viewer an insight into the struggles of those who suffer with addiction that is better than the mainstream media portrays, and how it shapes the individuals mental health.

“It’s fucking like work, it’s wake up, need drugs, have to go and do either something to get the money for drugs or if you’re fortunate you’ve got the money and then you’ve gotta fucking wait around half the day for some twat who says like “Yeah I’m 20 minutes way” or fucking “I’m at the top of the road I can see ya” You fucking know damn well he’s lying. Yeah it’s fucking hard work.”


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