Category: Bipolar Art
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For The Love of DETAIL
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The Magic Bus New art, the tiny line moving across the canvas. my pin-dot imaginary School Bus driving thru a blazing white desert.(That’s funny, a School Bus! Why not a Mach I , or a horse or something? I’m such a child inside). I spend a lot of my day trying to figure out if…
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The Mural Dream of a Cool Kid
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“I was high on life, and probably paint fumes and Columbian Gold…it felt cool…”
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NO-vid
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“I’m back in Black and White, and better than EVER!”
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“Ooo, the Girl is GROUCHY!”,
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“That’s ENOUGH! Now, suck it up and get to work!”
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Where is Captain Jack?
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“…maybe all artists…go thru periods of feast followed by famine…”
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AWAY…
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There are months when I sail along. Then there was April. Ouch. Bipolar Disorder has a whole bag of tricks it can put to use on me, it used all of them. I let myself believe I didn’t need more than 3 hours sleep per night. In fact, thot I, I don’t need to sleep…
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The Healing
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and The “Salvator” Mommy . (And THE LAVENDER CAT!) Being still is very difficult for me mentally. Having a racing mind is the natural state of being for me, anything else is alien and uncomfortable. If I’m flitting about inside I can leap away from my disturbing thoughts as soon as they appear- it’s a…
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Peeping Out
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“Hold on for dear life my friend.”
Out of the Gutter Art 