Dots weren’t the answer.. as much as I loved the form of expression.. I was still running from the truth of my emotions.. that was, until my dots started going for walks..

It is now 2018, and I am working the night shift in the psychiatric ward - I create my first scribble drawing on a set of sticky notes around 2a.m... the feeling is an absolute awakening.. an instant revelation.. because I had realized that for the first time, I was expressing my pain and facing the truth of my emotions.