I don’t have the time or the resources to gather research of my own, but there is enough evidence already out there to support a theory that neurodiversity, depression and creativity are knitted together. That doesn’t mean that all Autistic people can paint. Or that all BiPolar people can write a love song. But it means that their unique perspective on the world can inspire something amazing. We then have to figure out how to translate that in to a narrative that’s tangible for others. Some have the environmental factors to enable this and some don’t.

I think you could also throw in to the mix, that a neurodivergent mind will process the world differently, and this in itself can produce artwork which is unique and of enormous value. This is where my curiosity really kicks in.

In fact, if I take a look back over all my recent artworks they are all reflective of resilience. And I think that’s why I adore house plants so much. As they are alive but not sentient, they rely on us to care for them. But even through that, they have a life of their own; they grow, they flower, they thrive and yes – sometimes they struggle and they need more or less and sometimes they just give up and wither away.

This vulnerability speaks to me as a person who has had the same struggles in life. I hate relying on other people but we HAVE to. From health care, to our utilities, we need other people to keep us healthy and keep us moving.

My plants are a reminder of the inner strength that we all have. And my prints are my inner sanctum coming out in a colourful display of defiance against anything which tries to defeat me.