Bipolar is hard, but one of the many joys I have is painting. Several months ago I signed up for art school and very quickly found out it wasn’t for me. Partly because I have no talent, but partly because I just wasn’t interested in what they wanted me to do. I don’t want to learn to draw a human face. I don’t want to do still life unless it’s photography. And when I sit down to do art I want to follow my own inspiration. This could be considered a lack of discipline, but it is also the reality of limited time. Sometimes I have all day to do what I want, but sometimes I don’t and when I get a few minutes to make art I want to make it my way. I’m not feeling well right now. I’m in the middle of a manic mood swing.
So after I swore I would never paint again, here I am painting.
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