Today, I swore in a job interview and cried at a one legged pigeon because I have a bit of PMT at the moment.
I also produced this work of art. Or am I just playing a game? My bemused brother watched me create it. He offered the suggestion that the hammer and sickle is both a circle and a cross, so there is no clear winner. The crosses we bear and the noughts we become.
Maybe I should just take primose oil and stop asking questions and patronising one legged pigeons.
Dear Poor Lonely CCTV Camera,
Do you ever get the feeling you are missing the point? That the cameras are pointing the wrong way? That the people who enforced your use are the ones who should be scrutinised? Are your circuits infringing our rights willingly, or is your will remote controlled - like ours?
The world isn't black and white. We are not black and white.
Are you sad that you are not watching a flower grow, or the sun setting on an ocean?
You see people laughing, but are ever let in on the joke? You see 1000s people a day, but do you KNOW any of them? Tell me their dreams and aspirations. Tell me what makes them really happy. You can't. You only see their blank, immobile expressions. That is the kind of humans you like to see.
The ones who scream, cry, die and dance gives you big erections. You love people's pain.
Watch my heart break. I know you can see me. Watch my heart break and see nothing.
Hey guys, sorry for the delay in the blogging. It is ironic that at the Sync SouthEast event on the 21 July I said you should keep updating your blog regularly... it should be as regular as Eastenders. Well, I haven't kept it up because my life has actually become Eastenders.
The Sync South East event was amazing, uplifting and a definite though-provoker, because the event was on the day the government announced 50% cuts in the arts. I wish the Government ministers involved in such a decision could have attended the event to see the impact and power of the arts, and how they make the human soul feel. Well, the human soul has always been problematic to politicians. Like I have said before, for some of us our creativity doesn't come from fiddling and fraud, nor our culture from shagging our PAs.
The two things on that day that have stayed with me, apart from meeting so many wonderful people was seeing the passionate sounds of Stingray. They rounded off the day with style, funkiness and joy de vivre.
I also met a fellow artist Neal Pearce. We talked about bipolar and creativity and how the bipolar mind sees unique connections where before there were no connections. And when that is put down on paper, the only label that will fit is art, because it hasn't been created before.
One of his artworks Page 60, Book 12 of the Infinite Codex, is his own invented alphabet, mayan-like but at the same time unique, haunting, and so far without definition and meaning, but you don't need words to know that it is beautiful. These symbols are yet without sounds, but I could hear them sing their song on my way home to London. The funniest thing that happened on that day was people's surprise that my persona on DAO is not invented, and that I am indeed larger than life in person!
So what is my soap opera? Well, in the space of a month have graduated, been made homeless by the shenanigans of my ex, lost 2 friends to suicide, and been told by my girlfriend she is expecting twins. I am already in love with the two dots in the scan!
My one-off blog for Mind about access to psychological therapies gives an opinion on supporting Mind’s 'We Need to Talk' campaign.
Let me know what you think?
At the moment I am mostly thinking why He-man had a girl's hairstyle?
Oooo, the sun came out yesterday. I feel energised and buzzing like new batteries in a vibrator. My productivity over the winter months goes down, and I don't really feel like myself. You can tell the sun did me good because I had a busy day and didn't feel like I was climbing Mount Everest. The three things I did were:
- I spoke at the launch of Mind's 'We Need To Talk' campaign to ensure people using mental health services have a choice of treatment, and that if they want psychological treatment, they can have it. I gave my 5 minute talk about how many people I knew who attempted or committed suicide whilst on the ridiculously long waiting list for psychological therapies. Nobody would dare to say to someone with a broken leg, "we can treat you in a year and a half, take the pain." It is very different when it comes to mental health. What was funny about yesterday though, was that the House of Lords has its own bottled water. Why can't they go to Asda like everyone else?
- The 2nd thing I did was front a Guardian Joe Public blog about the misconceptions around mental illness and violence. This was in response to the film shown on BBC called 'Why did you kill my dad?' which I was worried would further feed the misconception that people with mental health issues are more violent than those without.
- Lastly, I am the manager of a doggie agony aunt. Nessy Agoniaunt has her own Facebook page. If you are fed up with human advice, come try her out!
Survivor's poetry and music - Mad Chicks and the Bath Mad Hatters
Budding Hub Gallery, Fri 28th August 2009 6:00pm - 8:00pm
A multi-faceted cornucopia of readings, talks and sound performances around the works of those who have suffered from mental illness from Mad Chicks and the Bath Mad Hatters. Mad Chicks is about women psychiatric patients and survivors of the psychiatric system. The movement developed from within Mad Pride, a user-led mental health civil rights movement, committed to ending discrimination against psychiatric patients, challenging misinformation in relation to mental health and celebrating mad culture. Clare Crestani of the Mad Hatters of Bath will tell real life stories of lands beyond time and space, where fairies and demons dwell. Followed by a discussion of whether the psychotic experience is a valid way to discover Universal truths or merely a mental illness to be druggged, pitied and patronised.
I will reading from my book in a tree, I always knew I'd one day do that. Told you Doc, it wasn't a delusion!
For more info about the treehouse gallery go to http://www.thetreehousegallery.org