Moody Paper

Category: bipolar

  • Love More

    Love More, South Lamar, Austin, TX.  

  • Streets of Austin

    SoCo, Austin, Texas. March, 2016 My thinking went like this:  If work is crazy, and I am crazy, it’s time to do something crazy to get close to normal.  Influences including Edge of Humanity , Greg Davis and hypomania collided, and I decided to rent a studio to paint and play with street photography.  If you’re coming to Austin for…

  • Last Call for Hallucinations

    Wow, I’ve been away so long on an exciting vacation! Not really, I just got a job, saw some hippos swimming and listened to a woman in Victorian garb giving me one word answers.  One of those was a hallucination. I fell asleep on the sofa and awoke to a woman in Victorian clothing, content…

  • voices in my head

    I still don’t understand exactly what the voices in my head are. I only hear them a few times a year when I’m under extreme stress, and usually when I’m exhausted. I’m aware they are coming from inside of me, but they are never the sound of my own voice. Recently, in search of answers…

  • Strangers Like Me

    I climb the steps of a shuttle to take me to the airport. The doors close behind me and off we go. I’m not one to talk to strangers first unless I’m manic, and I was not. Not at all. When a man about my age in a business suit commented “interesting shoes,” I was…

  • Fight Like an Artist

    My art was having a mid-life crisis and dragging me along with it, but we are both back. I cannot wait to get to my studio each day. I’ve also been away due to my most comedic bipolar episode ever. Well, I can laugh now, and I’ll post about it soon. For now, click on…

  • The Catch-22’s of Bipolar

    Catch-22 number one: The side effect of my medication is that I forget to take my medication. I think about where I am today in this moment, feeling relatively stable in terms of my bipolar, and excited to be starting an online art course tomorrow. But I’m also aware of how my brain has slowed,…

  • He Gave Me a Pizza and I Gave Him a Pen

    I returned the napkin that I stole from County Line Barbeque without incident.  No arrest.  The napkins were still the same, so I just slipped it on the table.  I even ordered an all vegetarian meal as penance.   Today the pizza guy delivered a pizza; I signed for it and stole his pen.  He…

  • Not so moody paper

    For the last twenty years I’ve utilized the creative process to expunge the negative feelings I experienced; my work is neutral or dark in tone. Relationships, when depicted, seem twisted, and it was all very much needed and genuine at the time. But I am challenging myself to try something new. Brighter colors and a…