I made this piece I think a year or two ago. I made this piece when I struggled with my mental health and felt like I had nobody. Art was (and still is) one of the ways I cope with anything that goes wrong in my life.

I made this a few months after my grandma died. I felt like she was the one who cared for me so when I lost her I felt like my world was ending. She was my favorite person. When I made this I had already felt alone and when she died I felt even more alone.

I made this a few years ago. I was in middle school and quarantined. Between having online classes and being at home all day my mental health quickly dropped. I felt like I was trapped inside my mind and I wasn't going to be able to get out.

I don't know exactly when I made this but I think it was when I was going into 8th grade. Again this is a piece I dedicated to my grandma. I think it had only been a year since she passed and I was still pretty upset about it. 

I made this piece when it was the end of my 7th-grade year. I made this when my mental state was still in bad shape. When I made this I felt like I was running out of time to fix my mental health and it was gonna be the end.