Between 2012 and 2015, I went through a really rough time in my life. I was dealing with bipolar disorder and severe depression. During this time, not wanting to address my condition, art became my main outlet for expressing how I felt. I started to create an alternate world with imaginary friends through drawings and doodles, and it got to the point where it blurred my perception of reality. The panels behind the portrait are direct redrawings of the characters and situations I invented during that time. In December 2015, when I finally went to the hospital and got the help I needed, I started improving mentally, but the imaginary world I had once considered the most important thing in my life slowly slipped away from me. The statement "I have no ideas." reflects my uncertainty that, by losing that reality, I have lost a source of creative material that has driven my work for years. I am still a creative person, but a part of my identity has disappeared.