I’m known on Medium for my essays about autism.
In the professional world, I’m known for my work with late-identified autistic as an art therapist.
These things are lovely, but they’re not all that I am.
Each of us holds multiple identities, and one of mine is artist. It feels weird to call myself an artist because it is so innate to who I am, giving it a title feels like separating it from myself.
I’ve been drawing since I could hold markers in my hands.
I’ve gone through different phases and mediums. At one point I made cartoons books. Then I focused on realistic acrylic paintings. Then I made giant abstract ones. Then I focused on magazine collages.
Art Can Help Us When We Least Expect It
One of my favorite activities is ripping out images from books and magazines that resonate with me.
Lately, I’ve been really into continuous line drawing. This is when I complete a drawing without picking up a pen. I love the flow of it and the messy look. I sometimes wonder if people can decipher what I created, or if they will see what I intended.
When I choose to share them, I also choose to let that concern go. I like to pair my essays with my art, and if you follow me, you’ve probably noticed many of my essays are accompanied by my continuous line art.
But since no one has the time to scroll through my 500+ essays on Medium, I thought I’d put a batch of my continuous line drawings all in one place for you: