I want to talk about death. I want to talk about death all the time. I want to talk about the fact that the only way I ever knew my Dad was through the lens that one day, he would eventually die. I want to talk about the fact that when he died, it was so much different to what I thought it would be. I want to talk about the fact that I am 25 and I didn’t want this to happen to me. I want to talk about the fact that I don’t know how to talk about it. I want to talk about the fact that losing a parent is losing who you think you thought you were and retracing back through everything you ever knew. I want to talk about how much it has taught me. I want to talk about the guilt I feel for not being there. I want to talk about how I’m scared my Mum will die. I’m scared everyone will die. I’m scared I will die. 

I want to talk about the fact that other people find it hard for me to talk about it. I want to talk about how I feel guilty for how people feel around me. I want to talk about people’s sympathy for me. Their pity. Their worry. Their ‘oh, she’ll get over it one day’. Their ‘oh, it’s sad.’ 

I want to talk about the fact that I don’t know if I’m grieving. Or if this is who I am now. 

Most of all, I want to talk about the fact that, ten months on, now more than ever, I don’t know how and when to talk about the fact that my Dad died. 

When I look and talk to other people around me who have experienced death, this seems to be the consensus. On the whole, there just isn’t a space to talk about death, in a way that isn’t received 90% of the time, with an ‘oh’, or a ‘sorry’ or an ‘I don’t know what to say’, before they look away solemnly. Or that isn’t deemed as ‘inappropriate’ or a ‘bit much for dinner time’. As a society, we just don’t know what to say, and we’d rather run away from that which we fear, rather than confront and understand it. 

We put death away in a box. But it is the most sure fire thing that will ever happen to us. We will die. Those around us will die. We will all encounter it at some point in our lives, yet noone wants to talk about it at any great length. Perhaps it's obvious, but death forces us to face the mortality we consistently deny and I wish we could walk hand in hand, just that little bit more. 

Over time, death’s knock quietens and grief convalesces in a nuanced, private undertaking. It becomes unnoticeable and folk muddle on. In fits and bursts. Because they have to. But it's because it becomes more unnoticeable that I worry. Grief isn’t just crying in the immediate aftermath or falling apart in the months that follow. There isn’t a forward moving, linear trajectory. It sits in the getting it back together, the birthdays and anniversaries, remembered songs, nostalgic smells and flashbacks of the funeral when you’re crossing the Kingston Bridge. 

I wonder if not being able to talk about it and by cutting a grieving process short; stuffing it into corners to be hidden away is going to do me more harm than good. I don’t want to just get on with it. 

I find solace in another who is in the ‘club’. The ‘club’ or community of others who are trying to lessen the struggle, and provide a space to talk about death which provides the most comfort. The ‘club’ of art, film, literature and podcasts which speaks into the truth of the quiet struggle and lets me and others know, that grief is unknown, surprising, many and all things; it bubbles away and trickles through everything. It is an acute aching loneliness that breathes and sucks life into and from everything. 

That’s how I felt when I watched Tom Lock Griffiths' Waterfall and Ingrid Kamerling’s Vivian, Vivian, programmed at the Scottish Mental Health Festival. The sense that both films are a working out, a processing where the personal becomes the collective. Both offer a way through. As Griffiths notes: 'It’s a discussion with my self as much as anyone else and an excuse to talk about these things.’ In this case, art becomes therapy and the camera an instrument for which to navigate the unfathomable and unseen depths which lurk beneath the surface of those that are grieving. Griffiths plunges the underwater landscapes to give shape and form to the interconnecting sites between memory, time and space: ‘the vast psychological landscapes.’ The waterfall where his Dad scattered his mother’s ashes is entangled with childhood memories and past relationships and become rewritten over the course of time. 

It strikes me that grief is tidal. Grief comes in waves. At the beginning they knocked me over, and sometimes they swallowed me whole. In between the waves, I am trying to breathe, to function and to find joy in the beauty of life. I am deep in the throes of my understanding of what grief is and what it will become, and I don’t have all the words to describe it yet, but here is a list of things which I have seen, listened to and read which have bought a lightness to the darkest of times and have helped describe it for me and will perhaps help others too. Whilst it can be bleak, it is also a process that necessitates a lightness, humour and hope, and I have found that in the art which surrounds me. I don’t think there is a solution or a resolution to living in the face of death, but to find ways to endure and find joy, again in what it is to still be alive. 

by Jassy Earl

Jassy Earl is a photographer, videographer and performance maker. At the core of her practice is an emphasis on people, stories and the human experience, working with people, children and communities. Most recently she is interested in grief, loss and the dialogues we have around death, particularly with young people. To find out more about her work, visit her website



The Griefcast 

Terrible, Thanks for Asking 

The Kaddish Podcast 

Playdead Podcast 

In Sickness and In Health 

What’s Your Grief? 

Grief works 

Stuff You Should Know: How Grief Works 

Good Grief 

“Griefcast and Grief Memoir’ by Jane Howard 



“Griefcast and Grief Memoir’ by Jane Howard 

“I’m Terrible, Thanks for Asking’ by Nora McInerny Purmort

‘Theatre is a matter of life and death’ by Lyn Gardner 

“A Grief Counselor on Talking to Young Children About Death”

“How to let grief work for you” by Julia Samuels





The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion 

Blue Nights by Joan Didion 

What Comes Next and How To Like It by Abigail Thomas 

Grief is a Thing With Feathers by Max Porter 

On The Shortness of Life by Seneca 

It’s Okay to Laugh (Crying is Cool Too) by Nora McInerny Purmort 

When Breath Becomes Air by Paul Kalanithi 

Grief Works by Julia Samuel 

A Grief Observed by C.S Lewis 

Death by Julian Barnes

Breaking chains and building bridges through art

Break Every Chain: Breaking Chains Through Art!, Art Building Bridges and Moving  Forward are three art collections displayed as part of Out of Sight, Out of Mind, a collaborative exhibition spread across Edinburgh. Drawing inspiration from within themselves, professional and self-taught artists with past or current experience of mental ill health reveal the power of art to raise awareness, fight preconceptions and move forward.

Walking along the corridors and talking to the volunteers, you start realising that no matter whether or not you have experienced mental health problems, we all share the same struggles, whether it is fear of dentists or social anxiety. Once fully immersed with the art, it is not difficult to see the beauty and the emotions caught in each painting, drawing and installation. The idea of art as a way of representing feelings and fighting stigma finds expression in Oto Kano’s work displayed in Summerhall.

It shows us that depression can also be beautiful if only we could overcome what feels like an inborn urge to simultaneously look at or run away from sadness. Exploring her ‘semi-blind’ drawings of faces and dark paintings of tsunamis and stormy waters, one really starts getting a feel of how excruciating living with alternating depressive and manic episodes must be. At the same time, a closer look makes the edgy black contours of the faces milder, the eyes warmer and the golden splashes sitting on the top of the black, turbulent waves more prominent.

Two bright and spacious rooms at the end of a corridor, hidden in the basement of Summerhall, host Moving Forward and Art Building Bridges. These are two collections of work created by members of Contact Point Art Group and TollX Art Group, respectively, that show how art groups can have a positive impact on mental health by creating social circles in which everybody can find a safe space to relax, focus and express themselves. Sketching electric circuits with open ends, drawing boxes, interlaced with spheres and matryoshki, cracked by heavy labels around their necks becomes a way of exploring the conscious and subconscious, of identifying the real struggles, accepting the imperfections and moving forward.

Break Every Chain: Breaking Chains Through Art! – an exhibition held in Argyle House, displays paintings by Margaret Ramsay. Walking into the room, a massive painting catches the eye – an eagle in the sky symbolising the broken chains and achieved freedom and empowerment. Margaret’s works tell a personal story of how art could be part of a healing process, acting as a vent for accumulated feelings, freeing the imagination.

Composed of paintings, drawings, collages and sculptures from modelling clay, these three exhibitions show us how art can help every one of us acknowledge their struggles, identify the roots, accept the imperfections and in this way release themselves from the chains that hold them, achieving tranquillity and gaining confidence. But it could also build bridges through creating a safe space for expressing emotions, sharing experiences and stories of recovery.

by Katerina Gospodinova

Katerina is a final year PhD student in molecular psychiatry at the University of Edinburgh. She believes that art and science can work hand in hand to raise awareness and fight the preconceptions surrounding mental illness. Follow her on Twitter at @ KaterinaGospodi [https://twitter.com/KaterinaGospodi]


If you have never heard a poem about mental health, then I’m willing to bet you have never attended a spoken word event.

When Lloyd Robinson, a performance poet who refers to himself as a functional depressive, wrote one, he compared his depression to the faulty wiring in his bathroom. ‘I feel like a lot of metaphor … in prose and poetry is … geared to something beautiful, whereas the reality … is often quite stark.’

He was keen not to dismiss prettier imagery, though. ‘I think it’s important to have a wide variety of voices. Depression…is not experienced by everyone in exactly the same way.’

In terms of poor mental health being a necessary attribute for a poet, Robinson agreed, to a point. In a slam setting, he explained, ‘the winning slam poem needs to be something…very, very personal…about identity politics or mental health.’

Jenny Lindsay is a poet, promoter and part of the team running Flint & Pitch, which hosts special events on the theme of Reclaim This Script as part of the Scottish Mental Health Arts Festival. She said ‘I’ve heard spoken word pieces where I have felt concerned that the performer isn’t ready to share what they are sharing, or is doing so in a way that isn’t “safe” for them.’

Katie Ailes, a researcher of contemporary spoken word poetry, and part of the Loud Poets collective, had a specific warning. ‘If we’re perceiving this as a space for mentally ill people to share narratives of trauma rather than as an artistic space in which artists perform their work, we’re fundamentally misconstruing this art form.’

Ailes had good news about the deeply troubling idea of don’t take your meds and you’ll write better poetry. ‘I don’t know anyone who would encourage others to think like that … This scene … does not glamorise ill mental health to that extent.’ Robinson has experience of the reverse, receiving comments like ‘Lloyd can’t write anymore because he’s happy’ when he started seeking help for his depression – but that was not in Scotland, and not as part of a spoken word project.

‘The scene is split into two tiers,’ said poet, novelist and multiple slam winner Dr Claire Askew. ‘You have the big nights, with higher expectations, and then smaller nights, often with an open mic element.’ Lindsay also expressed this – ‘there’s a chasm between the grassroots and the professional platforms: how do we address that?’

Askew described ‘a leaching of resources into the top tier, which minimises the opportunities for grassroots spoken word nights.’ When asked to specifically to comment on this, Freddie Alexander, a writer and promotor who helps to run Edinburgh’s Inky Fingers, was less sure: ‘There are several ways you can parse the Scottish spoken word landscape,’ he said. ‘A “high-profile” event may be dependent upon the energies of one or a group of highly dedicated organisers who, on departure, will cause the event and audience to dissipate into the scene.’ Ailes confirmed that ‘the majority of spoken word events in Scotland operate without [any] funding.’

So as a performer, looking to attract the notice of a promoter, or group of promoters, do you have to win slams in order to progress? Here, everyone had a different view.

Ailes admitted that ‘for people with anxiety, slams can be very stressful,’ but ‘the scene doesn’t rely soley on slam success…for success overall.’

Askew felt slam wins were necessary for progression, and reported that promoters often attended slams to assess new talent, rather than open mics at smaller nights.

Lindsay said: ‘It’s one of the most common ways to get into spoken word…But aye…there are issues with them.’

Robinson thought it was ‘slightly harder to attain sustainable success’ without slam wins on your CV.

On the contrary, Alexander did not believe slams were essential to ‘earn your stripes’. ‘Poetry slams aren’t for poets … [the] primary beneficiaries are the audience and promoters.’ He also put the onus back on organisers: ‘We, as promoters, should be developing event structures that are more accessible for poets with mental illnesses.’

But of course there are as many manifestations of mental health as there are sufferers. Robinson (functional depressive, remember?) came 4th in the Scottish Slam Championship. He finds that slams ‘provide a new kind of adrenaline rush … my competitive side comes out … it’s nice to be able to explore that side of me.’

Askew was also troubled that funding bodies often measure success in terms of ‘bums on seats’, which makes it more difficult for smaller events to get a share of the pot.

Lindsay noted concerns about the ‘stubborn lack of …poets actually being paid to perform,’ and issues with ‘burnout, and having to make the choice between focussing on yer own work and promoting other people.’

But Alexander had better news: ‘the range of nights, audiences, and venues is a testament to years of hard work.’

Everyone agreed that within spoken word, in Edinburgh and the rest of Scotland, there is opportunity for growth. In which case, there is space for us all on a vibrant, varied, supportive spoken word scene. Right?

By Stella Hervey Birrell

Stella’s first novel, How Many Wrongs make a Mr Right? explores mental health recovery and was published by Crooked Cat Books in 2016. Shorter works have appeared in various places including The Guardian, and The Dangerous Woman Project. She blogs at #atinylife140, tweets at @atinylife140, Instagrams as Stella_hb and can be found on Facebook here

People who experience mental ill health have been mistreated and ostracised throughout history. Although we have come a long way, it can still feel a slow and uphill struggle.

So, a mental health exhibition which brings artists, organisations and individuals together to exhibit their stories in public spaces is powerful to see. It symbolises a refusal to allow society to push these people and their histories back into the shadows.

For its fifth year, the Out of Sight, Out of Mind exhibition has been shaped around the theme reclaim, and many of the creative pieces can be found in the expansive basement of Summerhall. The motivations of the 165+ contributors are just as varied as the forms their works take. Yet they all locate a space which seeks to reclaim and redefine holistic mental health narratives by and for people with lived experience.

Reclaim Our Stories A Space To Be Edinburgh Community Mental Health Drop in

A Space To Be - Edinburgh Community Mental Health Drop-in

To explain what it is like when you experience mental ill health can be to attempt to communicate the indescribable. Art can provide an alternative way for people to articulate this complexity and make sense of their illness and their lives in relation to it.

Amidst Fiona McKenzie

Amidst - Fiona McKenzie

Many of the works exhibited appear to respond to the theme of reclaim as something which yields hope. This is communicated through pieces exploring the act of reclaiming and rebuilding life after a mental health crisis. There are other works depicting the reclamation of identity from medical diagnosis and treatments.

Colourful Collage of Courage

Colourful Collages of Courage

As one artist writes underneath their work: ‘I have slowly been pulling back the medicinal picture and beginning to reclaim the original me...and actually, I am OK!’

Reclaiming Myself B

Reclaiming myself – B

Some contributions express fear and despair at what is happening in the world around us. People are fighting to reclaim marginalised identities and stories in a society and under a government which stacks everything against them. As one contributor writes: ‘Due to budget cuts, the light at the end of the tunnel has been turned off and sold for scrap.’ How do we reclaim any sense of hope for the present and future?

The Future is Lauren Stonebanks

The Future is... - Lauren Stonebanks

One answer to that can be found in the art contributions provided by different organisations around Edinburgh. Those like the Edinburgh Community Mental Health Drop-in offer emotional and practical support and bring people together as a community outside a medical setting. This is represented in the installation of a living room, surrounded by media created by and for people who use the space.

A Space To Be Edinburgh Community Mental Health Drop in

A Space To Be Edinburgh Community Mental Health Drop in 2

A Space To Be - Edinburgh Community Mental Health Drop-in

The diversity of the works reinforces the idea that each expression of mental health is unique to the individual and their circumstances. This can be visualised in the patchwork collage created by members of the Gypsy/Traveller community. Each piece allows for the reclaiming of individual experiences and contributes to what is important to the community as a whole. There can be hope for the present and future if we ensure mental health discussions include a range of societal perspectives and acknowledge the wider histories of people’s lives, particularly the discrimination and oppression they face.

No Less a Traveller MECOPPs GypsyTraveller health and wellbeing project1

No Less a Traveller - MECOPP's Gypsy/ Traveller health and wellbeing project

It is everybody’s responsibility to have more than “awareness” that mental ill health exists. When spaces and narratives are being reclaimed and reframed, it's important we listen, support, value and learn from what we see and hear.

No Head Clutching Please Creative Industries students at Edinburgh Napier University1

No Head Clutching Please - Creative Industries students at Edinburgh Napier University

by Z Nugent


Out of Sight, Out of Mind continues at Summerhall until Sun 29 Oct, and venues across Edinburgh. There is no need to book. 

SAMH Gateways Service offers a variety of approaches for helping those experiencing mental health and addiction issues. It has been documented that a large number of people undergoing such difficulties often find themselves isolated from the wider community, something that the service’s Tools for Living programme attempts to address by offering a series of eight separate modules that encourage individuals’ re-entry into the life of the community.

These modules are flexible so that individuals can access them according to their own specific needs and time considerations. The aim, as staff-member Kirsty told me at last Wednesday’s taster session, is “to get people out”, thereby helping them to develop the tools necessary for making positive changes in their lives.

A recurring theme of the session was that isolation is a “vicious circle”: people who suffer from any number of mental, physical, financial or circumstantial factors may find themselves disinclined to socialise, to the point of even not wishing to visit the local shop. This, though, worsens their self-esteem, making them even less likely to engage in society.

Tools for Living attempts to reverse this unhealthy cycle: low self-esteem undermines confidence, and a lack of confidence perpetuates a person’s low self-esteem. The way to break this cycle is to move from negative to positive thinking.

Following a discussion of confidence and self-esteem, we moved on to the theme of anxiety and stress, where an interesting distinction was made between anxiety (an often unfocussed and residual fearfulness) and stress (an adverse reaction to the pressures of particular situations). In both cases, however, sufferers experience similar symptoms, both mental and physical, and often resort to the overuse of stimulants such as alcohol or drugs in order to cope.

One of the benefits of being referred by a GP to Tools for Living is that it can be an amazing relief for a person to discover that they are not alone – that others have experienced similar situations and symptoms.

This identification with others is one way in which participants can begin to overcome the issues that have led to their isolation. But the modules offer many other techniques for regaining a sense of control over one’s life.

Having endured some very stressful situations in my own life during the last couple of years (to the point where I can understand how a variety of factors can lead a person to isolate themselves), I found the session hugely inspiring and very moving. It is incredibly heartening to know that this service exists for those who most need it.

Kirsty’s colleague John left me with a quote that I felt summed up Tools for Living’s whole ethos. He said that a participant, upon starting the modules, had told him, “You’re the bus driver, I’m just the passenger.” To which John replied: “No, I’m your Sat Nav. Where do you want to go?”

Tools for Living really is a service that enables people to re-empower themselves and choose where they want to go in life. I couldn’t have left the session feeling more encouraged.

by Mark Jones

Based in Greenock, Mar works as a freelance copy editor and proofreader. His interests include reading, writing and history, and he has a Facebook page – Mark Philip Jones: Strange Information & Other Wordy Obsessions – to share and promote some of my writing. 

The corridor was bland as I remember it. A grey as of nothing with pipes and a wooden floor. We only used to go from place to place in it. Yet, for some time now, there have been pictures in the hallway. Gallery Two. It’s good to fill spaces.

The walls don't look shabby now. As people started to come in for the opening, I sat with the artist, Alan Straiton, for a couple of minutes discussing the paintings (and nerves, of course). And the brush strokes. The content.

I had seen the first painting at the top of the stairs. It was red and blue with white on it. Which looked like waves to me. Also, a piece of work in what looked like an aquarium in a picture. Thought it looked like a sea wall and had the colours there too. There are about eight pictures in all.

The corridor was getting more people into it as the minutes passed. People discussing the pictures, discussing the artist. A low murmur in the hallway and people talking downstairs. And on the landing. Talking about the reds and blues.

I thought that the place to put the pictures was excellent. And the artist milling around talking to his friends and others. I would suggest you go see this exhibition if you can. I suggest you sit for a while in the space. I suggest that you look at the detail in the pictures.

I would like to describe the pictures to you in detail. But I think that would spoil the experience. They are hung in Gallery II at Project Ability, where it is free to get in to view and leave a comment. Hope to see you there.

by Stuart Low

Image: Alan Straiton, Boy II


Some Pictures is on in Gallery II at Project Ability until 11 November. It is open from 10am-5pm Tuesday-Saturday, and entry is free.