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I’m Afraid of Color
I have a confession. I am an artist who is afraid of color. Not just in my art, but in the way I dress and decorate my home, and other places I haven’t discovered yet. It is an odd feeling to realize and admit that now, but that’s the first step to getting over “beige…
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Recovering
There’s a tingling on my back that comes and goes; sometimes it moves to the right side of my head. My mind tells me it is a giant spider, but I just laugh and assume it is a side effect of my medication. I’ve been making a lot of art; I have three pieces in…
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On the edge
Today I discovered when you are bipolar sick, time can stretch and slow down, and this is not a good thing to have happen while you are driving. All of a sudden the sounds from the music you are listening to crash together, and it causes a dizzying experience, so you have to just narrate…
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The Forgotten
The art of neglect from my produce bin, I present to you Potato Heart. Something’s happened. It knocked me so hard off my feet that it hurled me into a bipolar mixed state that I remain in today. Three weeks of energy, irritability, deep sadness, sluggishness and intrusive thoughts and images. I functioned. I drove…
