dead patches of joy

i may never paint a scene like vincent but i can most certainly understand his mindstate. i may never write as well as edgar but i will always be able to feel his pain. the more i dive into the lives of the greatest the more i find hairline fractures that trace the agony within […]

a treatise on why bipolar artists overdose

there is this thing that if you don’t have it you truly don’t understand what it is you may have experienced the edges of it, but it was a pit stop on the road, not a destination it’s called mania, it is pure speed and light and joy and wonder and your kind in perfect […]