vidy paling keren
Although his need for fuel was becoming constant, my wife and I could never get him to eat enoughsometimes, he swatted us away, refusing every bite. We felt incompetent. How was it that we couldnt nourish our kid? Why was he rejecting food? Throwing up?
A writer's life for me : Mental Health & Artists (1)
Answers on a post card, please. I dont know why. I dont know if the bits of our brains that make us creative also somehow make us nutty on the odd occasion; or whether what were doing with our lives, namely creating art, somehow drives us crazy. I dont know if its part and parcel of doing what we do that eventually chips away at the logical bits of our brains until we think in colours and speak in smells, and somehow get away with calling it art. I dont even know if art does make us crazy (completely flippant use of that word by the way, Im not at all insinuating that anyone suffering from depression, or any type of mental health problem, should be branded as a nut-bag and thrown in a padded cell - Im merely being colloquial), or if maybe crazy people just happen to make art. But then what about people suffering from mental health problems who dont make art?