Six years ago I discovered I'm autistic. For years I lived in limbo, hating my autism one moment and accepting it the next. I tried to learn all I could from articles and videos, desperate to find a connection, a similarity between myself and others like me. I kept hitting a brick wall and eventually this black hole of loneliness led me into depression. 

Even though I had my wife and children by my side, it still felt like I was on my own. I knew I needed help so I reached out. I tried to get support through the system, but the system was overloaded and I didn't have the strength, even to fight for myself. 

I love nature, I always have. As a child I would often run away from home to escape my Mother's hatred and hide in the Woodlands among the trees, that at times were my only friends. 

So I decided that if I was to escape this demon of depression, I would go to where I felt safe and happy. I went for walks in the countryside and wanted to capture the things I saw, so I could enjoy those moments when I was sad. I started taking photos and enjoyed editing them and creating my own world based on the real world that I saw.

It became my version of mindfulness and I would spend hours playing with images and turning them into works of art. I never added anything, I just changed the colors or tones to match my mood. Each photo was an expression of my feelings and they calmed me.

Sample Art