My Eyes Are Not Your Eyes

I love art. I love to take pictures and make jewelry. The art I like isn’t for everyone, neither are my pictures. I like cemetery sculptures. Some people find it disrespectful or odd. I find beauty and wonder in them. Some of the art I like is from a time period where Heaven and Hell was a big theme. Some of it is fascinating and unusually dark for the time period. Sometimes I like a piece because it just speaks to me. I love my jewelry and wish I could sell it. But it’s a hard market to get into even when you know what you’re doing. The stress right now would not be helpful. But I can still enjoy it. Here’s some examples of what I like.11707597_917171595011311_2276194080060568673_n28077_452145291513946_566614836_nDSC01000 (2)DSC00997 (2)98bc5ba62d6a0496d7318b8c786de35eThe Strength Lion one is my favorite. I hope the Lion that was needlessly killed is ate16ea1e953329639297d6f41de2eb5be peace. As for the Hunter, may a thousand of my bees find you and sting you in places you never knew you had.

About darie73

I have lived with Bipolar Disorder since my early teens. I have lived with Social Anxiety Disorder for even longer. I self-medicated with alcohol for over 20 years, that's how long it took to get a diagnosis. I'm open and honest about my mental health so hopefully one day the system will change. View all posts by darie73

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