Reality

For centuries I have been trying to tangentialize the impact of the non-realities that I perceive. I have always had an insatiable thirst for truths beyond this reality and have balanced myself between the acceptable, hard-working, abide-by-the-book human being and the over-the-top, unacceptable eccentric (such are artists, I suppose). Why am I not the proper, respectable person with schizophrenia, who fits the DSM categories in such a way that they are medicated and given a proper milieu, meds and activities with which to follow? Would it not have been easier if I had accepted some specific God or Cult, thereby validating my existence; but my intelligence and my parent's unfathomable insights and diversity would not have that. For how easy is it to follow a book, depending upon one's God, in which all your actions and thoughts are decided for you by the leader/leaders of that particular cult/religion. It is not that I do not believe in God, it is that we are so miniscule compared with the rest of the dimensions and realities that the term "God" is so completely removed from anything we can possibly imagine. It is utterly egotistical and desperate that we have to choose a particular god/cult created by humans and to follow the book that is written and worshipped by that particular god/cult.

So I will continue to struggle, much as a mad scientist given fragments of an equation, with the ongoing concepts about the truth about the truth about the truth for whatever that means.

The road I travel is not easy and there are no laden rules for me to follow. But you can be sure that I may treat you with more respect and dignity, biases and preconceptions absent, then someone of an opposing religion...who would have you put to death for believing something that is important to you.

As an artist, I continue to explore the unconscious and to go where no woman has gone before, while maintaining an acceptable level of insanity.