When I had schizophrenia I visualized in my mind that I was walking into a great hall, the floors were plain cement and deep magenta coloured silk curtains were blowing in the breeze, obscuring the person behind them. When i approached, it was someone I loved, playing the guitar, he had wild teased up hair and he kept calling me.
This is one of many drawings of that experience, my impression of the person that I saw. Its somehow poetic, and a bit darker. the person in my visualization was more simple, in black t shirt and jeans.
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