How do you picture your childhood artistic life? Was art the place of sanity for you, the place where you got to remove yourself from the turmoil and the dramas around you and retreat into your imagination? Or do you think that your art-making activities isolated you from others and proved a certain kind of impediment to social growth and good relating? Or, perhaps, both!

I would love to hear how you conceptualize the relationship between your art-making activities and your childhood mental health and your current mental health. Did your art-making activities “save” you or “harm” you or something else again? Or were you perhaps discouraged or even prevented from being the young artist you wanted to be and, if so, how did that effect you, do you think?

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