Out of the Gutter Art
Outrageous Bipolar Expressions
Category: death
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CHAPTER 4 THE SAGA CONTINUES I got off track in the last chapter… Too many offshoots and alleyways. Let’s move along a few years to 2020…Pandemic lock down, I’m working on Zoom with some friends. Suddenly, Donna breaks in with a plea, ” Would anyone like a Maine Coon kitten?” All the girls…
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…from a year ago… I have been crying again. here, there everywhere. Are these tears sure indicators of a heart? if indeed they are, is it a good one? A kind one? A redeemable one? Who knows the answer, but my God. I used to think I knew who I was, I thought of myself…
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“so I love you So…”
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“…maybe all artists…go thru periods of feast followed by famine…”
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“I am just a memory, dead in the dust, gone like the wisp of smoke that curled from the tip of the gun that killed me…”
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Woo Hoo ! I am an artist WHIRLWIND again! Hang on, cause art is flowing out of me in a torrent, and I need more hands. I am happy to be out of “funk town” for a while! I entered six shows in the past month and now have 5 paintings accepted into these shows…
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THE BEHINDER I GET How true, how true that Pennsylvania Dutch saying is. I squander my art endeavors, rushing from this deadline to that, frazzled, befuddled and unsatisfied. That may be what drove Van Gogh insane, the constant turmoil to do better. I am making the presumption that perhaps the rapid cycling Bipolar Disorder that…
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“…running to the window, still asleep, she fell thru the glass with a crash…”
Out of the Gutter Art 