Bipolar Artists

I’m disappointed. We’re not getting feedback. I’m not happy about it. Not just the blog but we’re not getting new artists that want to contribute to the website. I’m not sure why this is. It is possible that artists that might want to be a part of the project are intimidated by the art already published. I respond to new artists is there are so many different expressions of our illnesses. We have rejected very few. If you’ve got something that nails the illness that we have to deal with you are welcome to submit your writing, or your graphic art.  - John

If we were normal would we be compelled to drive us to express our experience? What do the the “normal” do with their time, mow the grass or just sit and relax with a joint and a glass of wine? There is so much to consider, so much to experience, sometimes I feel like I’m on acid again. Nothing compares with that – being a thousand years old – seeing. The next time I get a dose I will be happy to see the beauty and the hell. My mind is almost there most of time. But it comes and goes. But sometimes I don’t recognise it when I’m lite. My mind and crazy as it is burns to find the right expression and I will never stop pursuing it. Sometimes I live inside a bottle, but when I am creating something I am sober as Hemingway said paraphasing “you can’t write when your not sober”. And also said “do what you said you would do when you’re drunk when you are sober.” Pretty obvious. For us poor slobs that drink and drug. Maybe I’m just another stranger with a head full of unruly thoughts and and a destain for authority.