Artist, Paint thyself Well Again…

"I'm climbing out, reaching out...climbing back on that wild-eyed pony..."

Where is Captain Jack?

"...maybe all artists...go thru periods of feast followed by famine..."

AWAY…

There are months when I sail along. Then there was April. Ouch. Work in Progress: The Old Grove 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, thotContinue reading "AWAY…"