To me, life can seem a blissful holiday one day, with sunshine, birds singing and unbound optimism. The next day it may seem a foreboding harbinger of doom, ready to fall upon me a crush out my very life.
Aside from the psychological implications of being hopelessly schizophrenic, or whatever the proper medical term is, most of us would admit to having mental highs and lows which will not be debated here, but I, for one, am happy that I have the ability to illustrate my thoughts, either through drawings, words or both. Doing so requires me to examine some giants of art and literature (or any field of endeavor) , as well as the everyday people. When I realize that even people of great success have everyday problems, then I don't feel like such an anomaly.
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