I received an email in January inviting me to exhibit at Moniker Art Fair in New York.

This time last year I was sleeping on a sofa. I moved seven times last year after being made homeless by my landlord who sold my house and asked me to leave one month before I graduated. A month before I received this news I had tried to kill myself. I was still battling with recovery and desperately trying to keep it together to not fail my graduation. The last thing I needed was to be told I was going to lose my home. The rest of the year is complicated but I got myself together and found a new place to live on my own in December, finally.

Going to New York meant flying for the first time in fourteen years. The furthest I had been from home since struggling with my mental health was about 2 hours away by car. Travelling has always been in my heart but I’d become afraid due to the violence and unpredictable nature of my panic attacks. I knew I had to go, not only for my career but to lift this box off of my life again and find my freedom.  

I decided to document this journey for a reminder to myself when things get hard that I’m always able to find a way through it.

“One of the greatest discoveries a man makes, one of his great surprises, is to find he can do what he was afraid he couldn’t do.”

Henry Ford

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