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: pain

  • Are You Confused?

    Are You Confused?

    Who Was I Then? Am I Now? Who Will I Become? I know that we change, it is a natural thing. I’m not hung up on the aging process… the CREATIVE PROCESS is where my interest lies. My creative life ebbs and flows like the ocean, like my moods, like my illness… Must I always…

  • 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…

  • FAIL…SAFE?

    FAIL…SAFE?

    “…a drive to put what is playing on my internal projector out into the real world, for others to see…”

  • Starting Over, Over Again

    Starting Over, Over Again

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

  • IN the DOGHOUSE

    IN the DOGHOUSE

    …there is a niggling worry, about the big C…CO I mean…VID…

  • 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,…

  • In My Room

    In My Room

    your home is your place to dream, to find peace and rest. A cocoon, a safe haven, an island in the storm… a place to create, to define, to highlight who you really are-in your own space. Welcome to mine… I always lived with others, my family, my husband, friends… I expressed my own style…