Misunderstood

What's it like to be misunderstood? It is Hell. In 2013 I became manic. My family avoided me and then made some assumptions about me that were wrong. Because of this I was locked away for two months. I have never been homacidal or suicidal. I will admit to bizarre delusions about being an immortal being.

Adventure 2004

Just before my divorce in May of 2004 I went on a pilgrimage in honour of St Francis. I was a little mentally unstable and went off my medications. After my return a few months later In August I returned to Italy while trying to escape a rehospitalization. It was a lonely trip.

I stayed in a mental hospital in Perugia for 6 weeks. Very few people spoke English. The medications were very strong and I lost one week of consciousness. Eventually I came home with a medical escort.

The Fortune Teller

Tim was a family friend. My mother got to know Tim and Ken through the furniture store contemporary trends in Victor New York in the 1970s. Ken and Tim were gay. They were Bohemian. I can recall one day they took me and my sisters out for pancakes on a Sunday morning. They had a great sense of humor, and we had a lot of laughs. One day, though, Tim had his crystal ball out and I asked him "what do you see about me ?"and he told me "it would curdle your blood."

Poppet Makers

My mother was very creative. She wasn't always a really nice person, but she was herself. She was comfortable in her skin. My mother was a very intense person, and she influenced me, like it or not. I'm usually pretty nice, though. I took the poppet making to a new level as I will share with my illustrations.

My First Date with Illustration