Out of the Gutter Art

Outrageous Bipolar Expressions

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I am an Artist, Poet and Author. I am so much more than this: I feel like a tiny seed that sprouted in a desert, and now has grown into a Passion Vine. My Art is my Voice, Screaming, Crying, Praying, Loving, Laughing, Healing- all in Riotous Color…

Category: insomnia

  • A Freewheeling Frenzy!

    I have to get the mix just right: a smidgen of anxiety, a pinch of hunger, a good dose of caffeine and just about 48 hours without sleep and *BAM*! The NY creative lightning strikes! Tonight was the night, today was the day, cleaning off my museum pieces with fine brushes, repairing and sprucing up…

  • Yellow Belly.

    Yellow Belly.

    …Random Words, Targeted Pain….Red, Yellow, Green and Brown Pain…White Pain…My Pain…

  • Starting Over, Over Again

    Starting Over, Over Again

    “… can you see me going mad in here?…”

  • Over the Humpty-Dump

    Over the Humpty-Dump

    Oh, the fun of a downward spiral…After a week or two of just mind blowing energy and creativity, comes the inevitable crash. This time it was about a week of doldrums, pain, negativity and actual physical illness, all of which I attribute to this illness called Bipolar Disorder. The worst part of a depressive episode,…

  • “Party Girl”

    “Party Girl”

  • Transported.

    Transported.

    “Why am I small again, lost again?”

  • Forgetting the I

    Forgetting the I

    …icky sticky hugs and kisses that Hurt too much to feel…

  • I Miss What I Imagined I would Miss

    I Miss What I Imagined I would Miss

    …the room seems to awaken with her…golden rays fall…like the petals of an opening rose…