haven't got to the point of thinking of selling them yet. i have only made 35 pieces so far. 20 i am keeping for my personal home gallery and 15 I am giving as xmas presents.
my next three pieces are going to be handbuilt rather than thrown and I plan to attach smaller pieces to form 3 conglomerate pieces.
after that I will have no more room to put anything in my house. LOL. so i may try selling them.
hi z,
yes i painted the tables also. the whole gallery is done in a from black and white to colored world feel. b & w photes and color, b & w paintings and color, etc.
i like the way color splashes look against black and white.
hugs
Joel
there is really nowhere else for me to post about what goes on inside me.
i know that my problems aren't all because i was a witness.
the agony in my mind has led me to a psychiatrist.. he has diagnosed me with cyclothymic mood disorder, a milder form.
i feel ok
my mother told me this at dinner tonite.
has anyone else heard of this?
she didn't know if the work was still under ban there, and neither do i. but either way it's pretty stupid.
people follow the path they think is right, we all end up somewhere.
there is really nowhere else for me to post about what goes on inside me.
i know that my problems aren't all because i was a witness.
the agony in my mind has led me to a psychiatrist.. he has diagnosed me with cyclothymic mood disorder, a milder form.
i am not going to kill myself today.
there is really nowhere else for me to post about what goes on inside me.
i know that my problems aren't all because i was a witness.
the agony in my mind has led me to a psychiatrist.. he has diagnosed me with cyclothymic mood disorder, a milder form.
a small boy is set on fire and thrown over a cliff
it is a long drop
there is really nowhere else for me to post about what goes on inside me.
i know that my problems aren't all because i was a witness.
the agony in my mind has led me to a psychiatrist.. he has diagnosed me with cyclothymic mood disorder, a milder form.
brain kicking
there is really nowhere else for me to post about what goes on inside me.
i know that my problems aren't all because i was a witness.
the agony in my mind has led me to a psychiatrist.. he has diagnosed me with cyclothymic mood disorder, a milder form.
i've cut on myself enough this year to know that i would never be able to go this way
twice with pills left me sick for the week's after.
jump in front of a train. would put others in danger, same for jumping off building, can't forget the scene from Amelie
car in garage, too worried about being brain damaged and not dead
hanging, not mechanical enough to figure out how to do it
most people kill themselves with guns, there is probably a good reason for that.
there is really nowhere else for me to post about what goes on inside me.
i know that my problems aren't all because i was a witness.
the agony in my mind has led me to a psychiatrist.. he has diagnosed me with cyclothymic mood disorder, a milder form.
there is an unreachable part of myself that is condemned as evil.
i have always known it existed and i have always tried to do as much good as i could
to offset it, but in the end it has won, it cannot be vanquished.
there is really nowhere else for me to post about what goes on inside me.
i know that my problems aren't all because i was a witness.
the agony in my mind has led me to a psychiatrist.. he has diagnosed me with cyclothymic mood disorder, a milder form.
i know i'm very different. i can remember recognizing that and being very fearful at a very early age. by the time i was 5 or 6 i had begun to separate myself from the rest of the world mentally. my parents were there but they were not a place of refuge for me. my life was always that of trying to make someone or some group acknowledge me and/or my personal value.
placing magazines and books, making A's in school, forming clubs, but always knowing that there was a gap that existed that kept me from connecting. it made me lonely and at times sad and at other times very angry that others seemed to be part of something that i was not.
