PROJECT: Mental Art

By débora Ewing

~ Mental Art ~


The states of mind depicted are not simply disorders, but representations of some states in which people live on a day-to-day basis. They are opportunities to seek care and improve one's being.  They are hopes and dreams.
You are a process; a dream being actualised with every breath you take.

This series was commissioned by Brain Health Northwest of Seattle, WA, and is featured on their new website:

If you'd like a print, I will help make it happen. It's what I do.


Addiction is any vice which owns you.
ADHD - There are So Many Squirrels!



Anxiety - freaking out on the INSIDE

Autism Spectrum - IMO some o f the realest real people
Chronic Stress manifests externally.

Concussion/TBI can have lifelong effects.

Alzheimer's/Dementia affects everyone.

Depression

Fatigue

Insomnia

Learning Challenges

Memory

MIGRAINE comes in many forms.

Obsession/OCD

Oppositional-Defiant Disorder (ODD)

Performance Optimisation

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD)

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