Out of the Gutter Art
Outrageous Bipolar Expressions
Category: shih-tzus
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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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“…I was a rebel…not knowing thousands of feet had gone down that same road days…months…centuries before…”
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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…
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…there is a niggling worry, about the big C…CO I mean…VID…
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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,…
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…the room seems to awaken with her…golden rays fall…like the petals of an opening rose…
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I don’t know about you , but I’ll starting to feel it…It’s like a weak electric current close to the floor , strengthening as each day passes… More awful news, more isolation and “distancing”-the current gets a little stronger moving to the top of my legs now. I’m getting antsy, and even though I have…
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I have been languishing here, letting myself fall off the edge of sanity for a while. Is it physical?emotional?spiritual? No, not spiritual, for I feel close to my Creator. I just feel diminished, somehow, like my life’s blood has been watered down. Perhaps when the rainy season ends I will blossom again. Till then, my…
Out of the Gutter Art 
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