r/Artisticallyill

Watercolor work of one of my friend's hospital photos. I found it beautiful and decided to paint it.

Just finished a small installation made to inhabit a ledge. The pigeon is needle felted wool, with clay beak and feet, and clay and resin eyes. The twigs are clay, wire and paint.

This piece is about soft things in hard places, and comfort built in inhospitable conditions. As a disabled person, I often feel my comfort is built in an environment of inhospitality. I am drawn to the images of birds who have used the harsh steel of bird spikes as structure to build their nests. Ironically, the steel wire makes a strong warp on which to weave the weft of a home.

hi everyone!! first post here, also first ever painting I’ve made using blood [not menstrual, drawn safely though] as a watercolor-ish medium. real proud of this one tbh!!

fighting the desire to go for years now; wishing everyone going through it all the best❤️‍🩹 we will be free of it someday, with others’ help or all by ourselves🌱

I don't think these pieces say anything about my mental health, I drew them when I was stable anyway. I just really like them, and my friends encourage me to post something somewhere more often, so, uh

Visions of your home & your hell AKA my face when i surrender the bad optics of a gentle and golden nod for a shamed and silent weed psychosis and it's subsequent suicide. LOL!

So many awesome animals around for the summer though

In April of this year I started having strange symptoms including pulsatile tinnitus (it’s nonstop and resulted in insomnia and severe panic attacks). In May it got extremely worse and I was shuffled around to multiple doctors and specialists. I had to request an iron panel (after researching online) and it turned out I was iron deficient without anemia because of low ferritin. My PMDD exacerbates the symptoms and heavy menstruation only contributes to the blood loss.

I experienced some medical PTSD. They saw I had hearing loss and an ENT refused to believe my PT was anything but regular tinnitus and wanted to perform major surgery instead. I had to request the right labs, it was just a shit show for several weeks. I had to cancel on clients, put major events in hold, and definitely could NOT sew because of the brain fog/tinnitus. My life revolved around figuring out what was wrong and how to fix it.

My 6 y/o daughter watched me suffer, attended appointments with me and found comfort sleeping in my room with me. It was frightening for her. I’m happy to say I’m getting much better as the weeks go by, as long as I’m on my regimen of supplements.

We went to the fabric store and she picked out this darling Bee fabric. It’s a dress pattern I use a lot with matching bike shorts (PeekabooPatterns shop on Etsy). The fabric is so soft too, and she wore it to school yesterday. It’s not the fanciest thing I’ve made but it was therapeutic to make after everything we went through. And it has pockets!

Been wanting to show this to people and this feels like a great place to do so! All my med bottles, kept them with this project in mind! Silver lining to all the reasons I have them lol.

EDIT! If yall end up doing this for yourselves, would you come back and comment a pic? I’d love to see it :) especially those of you saying you have green bottles!

Here he is, he doesn’t have a name yet so I’m open to suggestions, he looks nothing like my sketch but that’s ok, I still love him.

this has been happening since i was a young child and it disturbed me for a very long time.

the audio chaos no longer distresses me in quite the same way (therapy + meds), but it is still exhausting—both mentally and physically.

thank you for watching, and i hope life treats you kindly :)

thanks so much for all the support on my last post, this was a fun series to do. :)

just realized my ‘c’ looks like a ‘g’ 💔

For me , Borderline personality disorder has always been severe , often painful mood swings. I can't describe the -often self destructive- depths of my emotions that even mood stabilisers and SNRIs can't dull. So I hope this artwork does that :)

btw it's basically my first "heavy" (in a sense that it was hard to draw and took me a lot of time) digital art. I know it has a lot of issues, but I'm a starting artist, even though I love doing art since childhood, I do it too rarely, sadly. and usually I draw in traditional. but for now I think that's my Magnum opus, even if it's scuffed a bit..

My day dreams tempt me every time things are even slightly stressful.

I've mostly drawn portraits of Catholic saints, but I've been branching out into drawing more "scenes"—people in environments—and trying to draw more people together, especially as I've been trying to do commissions and most of the market where I am is for couples and ships and such haha.

Slightly less "weird", but it's obvious I really love my lighting and my colours. Being disabled and having been through a lot and all, art is one of the ways I've brightened up my life, so I guess that's expressed in my work 🤩

The dull suffering felt without sound and the mute lament that suffers without saying anything. Distrust and a pressure that presses no more than the heavy thought of trusting. The pain of a dry tear in a wet eye that longs, hopeful, to reunite with crying. Restraint, restriction, and grief. ˚₊‧⁺⋆♱

A makeup I did that reflects exactly how I've been feeling this past month. I hope you like it🖤