To mark the 10th anniversary of our collective F.E.E.L. (Friends of East End Loonies), are hosting the LOONIES FEST, a major diverse event to celebrate the joint work and achievements of the past decade.

We would like to invite Artists to submit their works for the group exhibition ‘SURVIVORS STORIES’.

The call is open to artists with lived psychiatric hospital/psychosis experience, as we will be celebrating past and present Survivors, patients, ex-patients, service users (whatever people prefer to be called).
The show will run between 5th to 19th September 2017.

DEADLINE FOR SUBMISSIONS: 15th August 2017 by 5pm




Facebook event page


Beast by DeLune

Okay, so here is the first piece of writing we have ever published on the site.  We recently received this work, ‘Beast’, from DeLune who describes herself as “an NHS service nutter who writes”.

I would love to receive a submission for an illustration to go along with this piece of writing. If you are reading and want to give it a go, please, please do!

DeLune has more writing at her website Hotel Muse. Go and check it out, there are some really powerful pieces, like this one.


Here it comes, like a ghost train shrieking on the same silver tracks.

Here it comes, a furious risen corpse; all clawed pale hands and wailing screams.

Here it comes, moon-chewing crypt dweller; hunger-carved into bones and sinew.

The Beast is here. I feel it itch between my bones, I feel it spark like pagan fires, I watch it paint my loved one’s face with fear.

It eats my sleep, it jerks my limbs. I convulse, mouth taut in a silent shout that would shatter the window if given voice.

I crouch, spin, twitch, cower, shake and shiver. I gaze unseeing, I hold my voice in. I must be reminded if I am to eat.

I am busy, can’t you see? Chasing stars – faster and faster, I will open my beast’s mouth and suck them all down.

I say:

‘I’m terribly sorry I’m sure that your conversation is endlessly fascinating but werewolves are breeding beneath my skin and I have to go.”

I burn. I burn. Vampire in sunlight, demon in exorcism, witch in Inquisition pyre, I burn. Something swarms my mind like bees; I call it Starvation. I call it Thirst.

Spinning in circles, arms flung out, round and round until my feet drill down to the cool, the calm, the silence; a long way under the skin.

A wounding imp, it threatens to take everything unless I guess it’s name. But I am clever;

I am forged from faerie stories and night wanderings

– shame and grief and demolishing rage, that’s what this little girl is made of –

And I guess it’s name, I call it madness, and my magic sword,

My wood-cutter’s axe,

Is shaped like a pill.

Daj Mirage.

It’s been a peach of a week for submissions. First we met Hendrick Pinkle, and now, for your delectation, here’s Daj Mirage. Daj is a mental health sevice-user who has been an inpatient and uses art to communicate his experiences.
You can find more of his work and thinking at his blog, ‘Not Always So’.

The image below is titled ‘A is for Acute’, and here are some words from Daj…
“First of a series that’s based on my own experience. I’m trying to capture the real sense of distress that can accompany any mental health service user.”
-Daj Mirage