Then I wrote this in the comments box underneath the article:
I see a big problem with disabled people having to be inspirational in order to improve other people's attitudes towards them. Talk about being set up to fail.
Then I wrote this on Twitter:
#disabledpeople Arts funders expect our work to be #inspirational to improve other people's attaitudes towards us #setuptofail #fedup.
Then I wrote this blog.
Then I attached the picture opposite. It is most uninspirational.
It is a self portrait, a mirror reflection drawn quickly in black marker pen on acetate (I don't know why) in March 2011 when I was beginning to feel less suicidal and depressed than I had been for almost a year.
So I did this picture.
Occasionally I draw for no good reason other than it's what I tend to do, being a creative type who loves to doodle and scribble. Who loves pictures (who doesn't?).
I also go for weeks without drawing because I'm attending to important matters.
So this picture is a scribbly one. Wiggly, black lines zig-zag over the surface to form an impression of my face. I look rather sombre. My right cheek is a bit podgy (I don't know why). The left side of my mouth is pulled slightly downwards, as if I'd had a stroke (of genius perhaps). Above my right eye is a short, quite heavy, diagonal line.
On top of my head is a haystack. No, this is the wrong description. Haystacks are orderly and tidy.
I like this picture. It's interesting (to me).