What you see on these walls is more than paint on canvas. It's a record of a moment in time when my mind—my reality—fractured and reformed. These works were born during a period when I experienced a psychotic episode. I didn’t plan them. They arrived, raw and urgent, pulled from a place I couldn’t fully understand at the time. While I painted, I was somewhere else—caught in visions, symbols, sounds, and meanings that overwhelmed me. Time distorted. The world became a puzzle I couldn’t solve, yet I felt compelled to express what I was seeing. The act of painting wasn’t therapeutic, not in the moment. It was necessary. Obsessive. A need to translate what was erupting in my mind into something physical—tangible. These pieces were my attempt to anchor myself. I can say that this exhibition isn’t just about mental illness. It’s about survival, memory, and meaning. It’s about how art can hold what the mind cannot. Thank you for witnessing this part of my story.