Souzou, the Wellcome Collection's exhibition of 300 works of Japanese Outsider Art comes into its final days this weekend and I, for one, am sad to see it go. It's outsider art in the extreme, created by 46 artists who are residents and day attendees at social welfare institutions across Japan.
My friend remarked on how he'd had the top medical care and had taken almost 10,000 pills in the eight years between the doctor's diagnosis and its reversal. Yet that time was still filled with such mental and physical lows that he frequently felt suicidal.
Talking about donating one's brain to science doesn't always crop up at dinner parties. But the fact is, along with the heirlooms worth more in sentiment than cash, the ill-fitting coats and outdated catchphrases, I want to leave behind something else. Namely, the fleshy organ inside my head.