Looking for something in a drawer yesterday I found 2 silk scarves that I painted when I was detained in hospital in North Manchester back in 2009. The only meaningful activity on offer there was 2 hours occupational therapy per week; during these sessions I painted the scarves I found yesterday. I thought they are really nice and I remembered I felt proud of myself back then when I painted them. I guess I am amazed I managed to be so creative whilst being on really heavy medication and so demoralised. I felt quite emotional finding the scarves. they are colourful with warm colours – a stark antithesis to my mood at the time…I remember I used to look forward to the occupational therapy art sessions when I was in hospital…perhaps the only thing I was looking forward to there…perhaps the art I was engaging in during these sessions reminded me of the possibility of another life, a life of freedom and joy away from the hospital where I was deprived of my liberty…perhaps the art symbolised the possibility of recovery for me back then… An example of the redemptive power of the arts when it comes to mental health recovery or the beginnings of recovery in my case?