(Left, top) “I find myself wanting to draw a perfect Rose, over and over although I cannot find a Rose anywhere!”
(Both sides) “The perfect Rose, It’s a perfect rose. Perfect Rose. Rose perfect Rose. In my dreams I keep asking a girl where to find one, and she is dressed in the most extraordinarily immodest way. She will not answer me, and she keeps walking away.”
(Right) “I remember this girl I have drawn her although I know her well in my dream. I know her well I know. I know her. She is my s_____.”
Tell me one thing. All those facts and figures I saw of The Doctor’s life, you were never alone. All those bright and shining companions! But not any more?
Might I ask, why not?
Romanticisation of Mental Illness, Kelsey Weaver