For my yearly self portrait I was incredibly manic and drew myself as a god with with a purple diadem that I never finished and never will. I was diagnosed with bipolar shortly after creating the self portrait, the medication that I was proscribed stamped on and crushed all my creativity and drawing was immensely hard and I could barely draw a frog. I thought I lost it all, everything I worked so hard to accomplish, gone. So I asked my professor for my final to do another self portrait, and created something still having the religious iconography but with more meaning. I took an image of what I was envisioning, My bipolar behind me deified, as it deified itself, making me perceive myself as a god. I show my thumb and I am looking towards the future as the skies start a new as if morning light just broke through and I have a a new day ahead of me.