Out of the Gutter Art
Outrageous Bipolar Expressions
Category: bipolar artist
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Plumage of gold and green/ Saturated color, only in dreams/ She flies above my winter bed/ A ribbon tangled round her head/ Beauty’s song is muted now/ Yet so pure and eloquent/ I try to catch her, hold her down/ I need to know what her song meant/
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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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“I’m back in Black and White, and better than EVER!”
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“…maybe all artists…go thru periods of feast followed by famine…”
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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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“…walking into the sunlight of my artistic future!”
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“I will flay myself alive…peeling off each layer to offer up to the powers that be…”
Out of the Gutter Art 