I Love Rollercoasters
I still haven't slept and was a bit giddy as a result, looking quite manic. Perfect. I wanted to play it up, develop a nervous tic perhaps, but I was reasonably well behaved, telling him about my ups and downs and arguing the finer points of death wishes and episodes of hedonism.
I told him that, since my last visit, I had made a bunch of new friends and I am no longer depressed. He asked how I had come into this new group and so I told him. He smiled broadly.
"I'd rather talk about that then the death wish", he said. I agreed. It is a more invigorating topic. So, we had a good, long visit and I told him about my work and how it is absolutely necessary for me to maintain my highs and lows as they produce better work.
This led to a discussion of my art practice in which he agreed that my volatile emotions are, indeed, integral to what I do and shouldn't be messed with unless they got too out of hand.
We joked about taping a session so that he could appear in some future show (he grew quite animated and I think it may actually be an offer! fingers crossed) and then I told him that I had this site and that if he wanted to know more about me, he could google me.
A., if you are reading this, I'm very pleased that you are here. Leave a comment or two, if you like, and be part of a work in progress.