Where is Captain Jack?
“…maybe all artists…go thru periods of feast followed by famine…”
outrageous, obviously
“…maybe all artists…go thru periods of feast followed by famine…”
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 … Continue reading AWAY…
“…walking into the sunlight of my artistic future!”
“I will flay myself alive…peeling off each layer to offer up to the powers that be…”
“…I’ll look outside for a hippo to wrestle…”
“My dreams are NOT dead!…”
“I am NOT giving up, I am not going anywhere, and I’m certainly NOT GOING QUIETLY!”
“one project done, the next begun: all clarity-no haze…”
“Art class with the finest teacher…I did not think I liked the man…”
Do something! Say something! Move a muscle, change a thought! All seems to be running smoothly-till it’s not, and it’s not; right now. How? Every thing seemed peachy-‘seemed’ being the … Continue reading A Power Play Please
“…that half smile and nod…while their eyes glaze over…like my very words are getting dirt on them…”
“How I do struggle, with all the Angst pushing against the walls of me….”
“…Poor, poor Chris…I guess maybe your train finally came…”
this painting is a commentary on my journey