Have I Ever Classified Myself as Manic-Depressive, She Asked.
good and evil. Funny how those words are opposites. Or how bad can be worse and good is just good. Funny on any scale that we use complementing characteristics as opposites.
I have lately been more and more scared by my own drawings. My pen moves on the paper and forces my eye to see what it wants me to create. I am the slave of my pen and I canmot escape. It posesses me. It is the sound of my own uncoscious. The short flash to my Real in the darkness.
But then I figured that the more happy I am the more scary my drawings get. I cannot express the full range of my instincts in the Social. I can feel adrenaline and exitement, but the natural sad, bad and mad are not necessary to be manifested in the Social.
I should stop psycoanalysing myself. At least in public. I scare people and not least myself.
I have lately been more and more scared by my own drawings. My pen moves on the paper and forces my eye to see what it wants me to create. I am the slave of my pen and I canmot escape. It posesses me. It is the sound of my own uncoscious. The short flash to my Real in the darkness.
But then I figured that the more happy I am the more scary my drawings get. I cannot express the full range of my instincts in the Social. I can feel adrenaline and exitement, but the natural sad, bad and mad are not necessary to be manifested in the Social.
I should stop psycoanalysing myself. At least in public. I scare people and not least myself.