The lurid drawings within are intended to "raise awareness and build understanding," according to the artist. Unfortunately, the book leaves me with little of either.
The artist's drawings depict those who suffer from mental illness in lavishly gory detail. Therein lies the key problem with this work -- the artist is not drawing the demons that infect sufferer's minds, but rather he depicts the victim *as* the demon. With an unsympathetic hand, the artist draws those who bear the wounds of mental illness as horrific monstrosities. These individuals are not affected by mental illness; the mental illness defines their existence.
Page after page of seeing people depicted as monsters, eventually a numbness sets in, and I feel like I'm being invited to gawk at them, as though this were a 19th-century circus freak show. I am asked to be titillated and repulsed by subjects exploited in this tawdry exhibition.
The comparison to the freak show becomes blatant when the images move on to examining rare phobias, phobias the artist admits they know little about. We're welcomed to leer at illustrations of people with Emetophibia (fear of vomiting), Verbophobia (fear of words), and Epistemopobia (fear of knowledge). The artist confesses their own fetishism describing the illustration for Apotemnophobia, a phobia for amputation or of people with amputations, "While studying this phobia, I discovered I didn't really have a fear of amputees, but rather an odd fascination."
Such distortion and objectification of people who suffer is the pervasive flaw of this work.
With the callous illustration of Autism Spectrum Disorder, a child that is simultaneously ghastly and pathetic, the artist reveals that such negative criticism has been clearly received. And then promptly discarded. Gaslighting the viewer, the artist instructs us to instead "understand the intended meaning" rather than see the blatantly negative portrayal of ASD with our own eyes. They double down, saying that though critics have pointed out the unkindness of this ASD illustration, the artist affirms "this piece is my favorite among many."
So much for awareness and understanding.
In the end, this book reveals little about people who suffer from different illnesses. Perhaps it is merely a window into the soul of an individual artist, one desperately using their art as a mechanism to gain awareness and understanding of what's going on in their own mind. Looking at people who grapple with their own challenges, through the artist's lens, they see these people as grotesque effigies. I hope the artist sees themself in a more generous light.