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Sunday, 4 February 2007
Ayn Rand and a Couch
Mood:  happy

Yesterday I watched the old black and white movie, "The Fountainhead".  It was based on the book by Ayn Rand and the screenplay was written by Rand.  The characters were so stiff and everything coming out of the character's mouths was the core thoughts of her philosophic movement.  As a writer Rand was passionate and focused on her ideals.  The whole plot of the movie and the book came straight from her view of life.

So it got me thinking, what is my view of life?  Do I have any ideals?  I am what happens to a person when they are trying to survive one day at a time.  There isn't any fat.  There isn't any spare time to work oneself into a systems of beliefs, wether that is beliefs that are already established or beliefs that are new to the world.  You become instead a sort of sensualist, where immediate experience and immediate gradification fullfill all your needs.  I don't mean that you live a life of debouchery.  You simply live in the moment, whether that moment is full of pain or pleasure.

I am sitting on our new couch.  I gave me pause when Mike said, "That is three days worth of work", meaning it would take him three days of work to pay for it.  I absolutely wanted a used couch.  We looked in an antique store and found a mediocre couch, we looked in a used furniture shop and they only had three couches to choose from.  Two had patterned fabric and would have not gone so well in my work room.  My work room is already swimming in colors and pattern.  The third couch was golden yellow and seems to be from the 1950's or 60's.  I would have prefered a blue or green or dark red couch but when you buy something used you can only get what you find.  I said that the gold couch had my name written on it but Mike said, humor me, let's go to a new furniture store.  They were having an end of year cleareance sale but the prices were still shocking.  The couches were beautiful and they could all be made to order with the exact fabric you chose.  But as we walked through the store I was rather horrified thinking of spending so much for a couch for my work room, a room that is created for a woman who can't work and bring in any income of her own.  That thought is never far from my mind, that if I want anything it comes from Mike's earnings.  Of course I do make things in my work room, artwork and writings like this post.  Mike has his library room and I have my work room, separate places where we each pursue our creative projects and decorate as we please.  If I made a lot of money then I might buy a new couch.  But since I don't make money and only spend Mike's money it was essential that the couch be used.  It is a matter of dignity.  Some women would only be pleased if their couch was new.  I would only be pleased if my couch was used.

We put the yellow couch in the back of our car, hanging out the hatch door.  All down the street to our house while I held onto the arm of the couch I pleaded and prayed to God that a policecar would not cruise by.  I didn't want to pay the extra $20 for the seller to deliver with his truck.  Happily the used furniture store is only one long block from our house.

Today is a day off from writing my book.  Mike and I cleaned but we ran out of paper towels so I still have dusting to do.  My big chore was to change the cat litter, Mike vacumed.  My next big chore is to take a shower and go to the grocery store for more paper towels.  I might also putter around my work room, we have just converted it from a bedroom.  The house was in disaray when London moved out and Mike and I moved back into her bedroom where we had started from.   My greatest thrill is that I have my work table under the window with eastern light.  It had been sitting with a southern exposure and the light there was too harsh for me to use.  The eastern window lets in a difuse light, it illuminates but never is blindingly bright.

My first project in my work room is going to be some painting on glass.  I am very excited.  My mornings are to be used to write my book and my evenings are to be used to work on glass painting and blogging.

Hurah for my work room now back in working order.

 


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Wednesday, 31 January 2007
Creative Slump
Mood:  chillin'

I walked down to the post office today and mailed my application for the A Room Of Her Own Foundation Grant.  It took about an hour to print out all the pages and finsih filling in the application forms.  Sad to say, when I got back from the post office I didn't have anything in me to start writing.  I guess I'm exhausted and burnt out.

The writing right now in my book is dangerous stuff to me.  I'm writing about my suicide attempt.  I find the subject horrifying, hopefully the reader will be horrified as well.  The next bit to clearify, where I left off yesterday, is why I hate myself so much for being schizophrenic.  It is painful to write and I think I need a day off before I go back in and present the details.  Oh, I know exactly what to write and how to write it, sticking to the rule of thumb that things and feelings should be shown rather than told.  So the way it goes is I'll show you a despicable person - me.  I'll give you a portrait of a nobody.  To be more exact, a person who has failed at being a person.  That is how I saw myself before my suicide attempt.

I've been reading some powerful short stories by Russian writers.  It makes me despair.  How can I match their energy and bold inventiveness?  As preparation for a writing career I've started reading the classics.  The quality I encounter is stunning.  I even wonder how it is humanly possible to create the kinds of thoughts that these writers have.  I feel so small and insignificant.  Actually it is comfortable to be beneith notice.  Every day I answer to nobody but myself.  Nobody is watching and waiting for me and husband lets me spend my time as I see fit.  At the bottom of it, even my husband could care less wether I write a book.

In my essay about writing that was part of the AROHO grant application I stretched the truth.  Truth is I don't feel as safe writing at the library as I feel writing in bed.  My bedroom is tiny and dark with one window.  The walls are painted mint green and they seem to close in on either side of me.  It is a cave.  It is a place where there is no people or movement or noise.  It is a good place to focus one's thought.  In my essay on writing I gave the indication that most of my writing takes place in the library.  The library is good for me because getting out of the house is good for me but I don't feel the same tight connectedness to my writing in the library as I do at home.  The library is lofty and expansive and I seem to have some residual fear about the people there.  They are all strangers.  Isn't that enough to cause fear?  I don't own my spot in the library like I own my spot in my bed.  At the library a person says, "It is my right to study here!" and this is true.  The library is created and owned by the public, all the luxuries it gives are for the public.  So what I need to do is to walk into the library and feel a sense of entitlement.  Which as of yet, I do not feel.

Wore my converse high top sneakers to the post office.  They are very hard to get in and out of.  But they are so comfortable.  They have become my footwear of choice.  I told my husband that I am going to wear them for the rest of my life.  He said, "Don't make promises about forever!"  But I then said, "How many pairs of shoes do I have and how many more are in storage in the barn?  I have extensive experience with all sorts of shoes.  And now I have found the perfect shoe!"

The isolation in Vermont is good for a writer.  It is difficult to endure but it gives the best incentive to produce.  Does God want me to write this book?  Has he brought me to a quiet place, a place where there is no place for me, just so that I will invent my own purpose?


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Sunday, 28 January 2007
The Starting of Something
Mood:  down

Just finished a book about Alfred Kinsey, the sex researcher.  It was 773 pages long.  The prose was only adequate.  It is funny but I remember a phrase the author uses if it gets re-used just once.  To please me every discriptive phrase needs to be new.  The best parts of the book were about Kinsey's own kinky sex life.  Poor man would have been horrified how his personal life was exposed, right down to the toothbrush he shoved up his penis and the rope he tied around his scrotum.  All his hard work and this is the image I take from his life.  Remember Karen the power of the sexual image in a book or short story.  To please the reading always include one or two!

Today's goal is to walk downtown to the post office and put some bills in the mailbox.  Then tomorrow after work I'll go to the bank and make certain we have the funds to cover those checks.

It has been cold outside and I haven't been walking around much.  I have a new pair of high top converse sneakers to break in.  Since I woke at 4am and have been reading straight to about 10am my mind took one look at those lace up shoes and balked.  I don't have the mental energy to thread the new laces through their holes.  It is early in the morning and my motor is running on fumes.  Oh yes, took a break from reading to shower, a big accomplishment not to be forgotten.

After I stop at the post office I'll probably go to the used book store in town and see if there are any copies of Checkov's short stories.  The plan for this year is to make it the year of the writer.  I want to publish, to get more publishing credits to my name.  In addition to continuing work on my book I want to write several short stories to publish in literary art magazines.  Looked at the Keynon Review website yesterday and 1) they only take emailed submissions and 2) the submission period was from September of last year to January 31st.  This gives me lots of time to prepare for next year's submission period.  Taking a no rush policy suits me fine.

I want to publish to get the credit.  But I also want to publish to push myself forward with my writing.  To have goals and deadlines and above all - to be part of the big world out there.  I've got a stable marriage and a stable living arraingement and it is now time to start producing.  My main goal during the onset of my illness almost 20 years ago was to be a writer.  When I got my tubes tied, effectively sterilizing myself the doctor said, "How do you feel?" and I answered her, "I feel like a writer.  Not a mother, never to be a mother, but having taken a firm step towards being a writer."  I really self-sacrificed for the craft at one point in my life.

Why did I stop writing and start making art?  The first reason was that my boyfriend at the time found my writing boring.  He was unimpressed and it was a part of my life I couldn't share with him.  I tried sharing my writing with people in a psycho-social rehabilitation program but the people I loved, people with my disease, largely couldn't concentrate on my writing.  But they would respond to my artwork, just as my muddleheaded boyfriend responded positively to my artwork.  I didn't try to share my writing with strangers, a big mistake.  I stayed close to home to people I felt safe with.  Well, I'm safe now and my husband is really sharp.  I can share my writing with him.  And I'm not afraid anymore to get rejection slips from literary magazines.  In fact, I welcome them.  The main thing is the attempt to try to get published.  I don't want their money, that would only foul me up with Social Security Disability.  And I don't want to buy copies of the magazines I appear in so I can see my words in print.  I just want the credit and to have to guts to try and try again.  My writing will improve the more I try.  My writing has improved since I started this blog.  I need a game plan and a focus and this next year it is to publish.

Now to have some breakfast, take my morning medication and tie up those shoe laces.


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Friday, 26 January 2007
A Room Of Her Own
Mood:  a-ok

I am nearing the end of my aplication process for A Room Of Her Own Gift of Freedom Award.  My essays have been written and with the exception of one, they have all been checked and revised based on Mike's feedback.  What is left yet to do is gather financial data and write a resume according to their specifications.

Yesterday I emailed a friend.

It is a constant struggle for me to get out of the house too.  I have my writing project every day and that is the core of my being.  I do writing until I am exhausted and just want to lie in bed.  Problem is, I have been writing in bed!  The harder I work on the grant proposal the less I move around.  Right now my hands feel shaky because I really strained my brain this morning writing.  It feels horrible knowing my chances are so slim to get the writing grant because I have so little real world experience.  I don't have the academic degrees that other winners have, I don't have their publishing or work history.  The last winner of the award was a writing teacher!  My only consolation is that I will publish my essay about what writing means to me on my website.  One good thing came out of writing for this grant, an essay I can use.  I contacted my computer programmer and he will do a small update of my website for an art print and $50.  I will also publish the essay that will be printed in Schizophrenia Bulletin on the website titled "Ability and Disability".  I'll tell you when the revision of the website is complete so you can read them.
 
Just a few more days of writing and my grant application will be completed and mailed.  To be totally honest, I wouldn't award the money to me if I was the one making the decision.  I find my essays a bit too disorganized at points and the list of my accomplishments very unglamorous.  I don't look good on paper as a hero, and what they are looking for is a hero.  The award foundation is betting their money on a person who is going to go on to become a success and make them look good for backing a winner.  The disease might make me a candidate for the award but the same disease puts a big element of risk in backing me; is a schizophrenic dependable?  Is a schizophrenic positive?  And can a schizophrenic be trusted to get a job done?  I guess I must have a prejudice against my own kind, but only because I know that the disability that the disease can cause is extensive.
 
Today is the last day of my painting class.  I don't want to go but I have to, I won a scholorship for this class.  I am so driven on one project that I am loath to switch mindset and pursue a different creative outlet. 
 
Yesterday it was very cold, and to cheer us, Mike said we should tell one another what we have to look forward to.  The obvious answer was Spring!  And that was all I could think of, no specifics.  I am so Hell bent on living one day at a time and maximizing that time that I only think of my immediate goals.  And these goals fullfill me!  I like to work under pressure.  Of course I am so delicate that it has to be just the right amount and sort of pressure or else I get sick.  But my little struggles to get done a little amount of work every day give so much value to my life.  Finally, after so many months not painting and only working on my book and this grant application, I am settling into the writing life.

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Updated: Friday, 26 January 2007 8:25 AM EST
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Friday, 19 January 2007
Writing Just Because
Mood:  happy
Topic: art in progress

Hopefully by now this blog site has worked out some of the bugs that were bothering me before.  My substitute blog site was elegant but I ran into worse bugs there than on this site. 

I need to blog.  It is something that releaves pressure in my head.

I've been spending many days applying for "A Room Of Her Own Freedom Gift award", which is a $50,000 writing grant taking place over two years.  If you win the award you are morally committed to a writing project, and I have offered to expand www.schizophreniaandart.com to include other artists and writers as well as finishing my book.  Can you imagine, a website where schizophrenics publish their creative writing like a literary magazine and display artwork like in a gallery?  I can do it only with the grant money, money nesessary to hire a web designer.

The AROHO foundation asks for answers to more than four essay questions and detailed financial information.  The essay questions had a limit of five pages and you know that I am using every single page available to me proving that I can write intelligently and extensively on every topic.  You have to prove that you aren't scared of a little work and that you can write prolifically.

Today I printed out the first two essay questions for my husband to read tonight when he gets home from work.  I'm excited because he will be my first audience.

The chances of me winning the award are very, very slim.  I looked at the profiles of the other winners and they all had more education than me and more experience having published their writing.  One was a writing teacher!  I feel like a cavewoman compared to the other women.  I practice my writing and that is my only education, me toughing it out with myself.  I don't have a graduate school professor giving me feedback on my writing, correcting the grammer and telling me what "works" and what doesn't "work".  The uncertainty over the quality of what I create is enormus.  Happily I've gotten several emails that bolster my spirit.  Here they are;

Hey, Karen, I found your site while doing a search on Schizophrenia and art.  I’m a nursing student and was curious about schizophrenic experiences and “source material” as you say.

I love your site and wanted to tell you that your prose is amazing.  You are a great writer.

I’ll share your site with the rest of the students in my class.

Take Care

Mike

Hello Karen,

My name is Evette. I am a student at Northampton Community College in Pennsylvania. I was given your website address by my professor because I am doing a paper on schizophrenia and art. My professor showed me some of the art work you have on the website and you amaze me. I started to read about your life and you are truely are an inspiration. I want to read the rest of your life story so I have submitted my email address for when your website is complete I can finish reading. I was wondering if I could interview you for my paper? Maybe by phone or in person? I would like to know more about your art work and about how you have changed your life to work for you, your mind and how you bring such life to your work not only in art form but in your writing as well. You have touched me in a way that I can not describe. I hope you consider the interview and I look forward to hear from you soon. Take care of yourself.

Sincerely,
Evette

 

 


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Thursday, 19 October 2006
New Blog Site

My new blog site is www.schizophreniaandart.blogspot.com.

I tried to set up a new blog on tripod because I like all their custom features.  Well, truth of the matter is I got attached to how the tripod blog looked and felt.  But when I went to set up a second blog on tripod I had many of the problems that I'm encountering here on this site.  Occationally I would get a screen "about blank" which is a virus that I think tripod might be infested with.  Hackers are bad people.  Leave a comment on the new site and tell me how you like it!


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Friday, 13 October 2006
Warning

I am having difficulty logging into my blog.  I think there is something wrong with the tripod service.  Am thinking of switching to a different blog site.  Will update you if there is a move.

Doing well.  Maximum dosage of Geodone is doing the trick.  Be well.  Blessings to you all.


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Monday, 9 October 2006
On A Full Moon
Mood:  a-ok

Last Friday night was a full moon.  Mike and I had a Wiccan ritual, a first for me.  It was conducted in the dark by candelight.  There is the forming of a circle, drawn on the floor with the sweeping gesture of a branch of an evergreen tree. There was a consecration and annoitment of each participant with a pentacle on our forehead. There is a nod to the four elements of air, fire, water and earth.  A smoking piece of inscense, the candle flame, a cup of wine, and a bowl with sea salt and the herb sage.  There was the burning of relics, little bits of paper towl that had been soaked in Mike's blood, his tears, and his sweat.  I pinched off a bit of my hair and added that to the cauldren too. And all that was preparation for the part where you pray with all your might.  When I went to church as a kid I always loved the silent prayer portion of the service.  It is the point where you talk to God.  Not sing, not listen to little soulful lessons, not ritual, but one on one.  It feels pure.  It feels holy. 

Christian prayer and Wiccan prayer are a little different.  The way Mike advised was for me to imagine the circumstance that I wanted changed, changed.  It is a little less a humble asking and a little more a willful telling.  The will of the person is thrown whole heartedly into the praryer.  For instance, I wished for help in writing my lecture speach and creating a new painting.  So I imagined myself doing these things and doing them well.  I asked for help from God for my future accomplishments, but I put a great deal of burdan on myself, what I really asked for was the ability to simply do my best.  If you aren't religious then what is pschologically happening is clear.  You are aiding yourself to do something by visualization means.  If you are religious then what happens is that you are asking for a blessing.

While I silently prayed I held in my hand an authentic silver dollar, old and made out of solid silver.  Mike held in his hands a small pyramid shaped piece of the natural mineral rock hemetite.  These talsimans were intended as a link to the natural world of the earth. (Because in Wicca God resides not in heaven, but in the earth and the things of the natural, living world.)  If we had been praying outside with our bodies touching the earth then we would imagine our thoughts going directly into the ground.  But since we conducted the ritual in our apartment bedroom these talismans were the focus for our prayers, I my prayer in a very pagen way, was directed into a silver dollar.  After everything was done I buried both talismans in the ground in our back yard.  Before the next full moon we will dig up our talismans and use them again.


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Friday, 6 October 2006

The cold had moved down and settled in my chest.  My cough is mighty big, but at least I don't have weakness or a stuffed up head.  Yesterday my husband came home from work in the middle of the day.  I let out a little lady like shriek!  Poor man was sick not with what I have but with chills and a fever.  Occationally one particular tooth becomes infected and his whole body reacts.  I have to get the man to a dentist.  We need to make a pack that we will see the dentist together.

Art class today!  My painting is almost finished.  I'll bring it to class but don't think I'll get much done on it - the paint is still wet.  The final process on my art is always glazing, rubbing a small amount of transparent color on highlights and shadows, thus giving things a better 3D look, yellow where the light hits at high points and dark color where there is recession and shadow, rounding out the objects.  But the glaze has to go on top of dry paint.  If the paint isn't dry then it just blends with the color and spreads.  Eh, I'll probably be dumb and paint on it anyway.

I did a naughty and wrote on my canvass.  I wrote about the newly impregnanted virgin Mary, "You will be Holy whether you want to or not".  I don't think the virgin was given much of an option, just a Holy decree.

If I had planned the painting better then there would have been no blank space in which to write the words.  So my next painting is going to have no blank space what-so-ever.  Even the branches of the trees are going to interlace and knot around one another, blotting out the sky.  And I'll put birds in the trees.  And I'll put a lion carrying a turtle on it's back.  And there will be three naked ladies.  And there will be fiddlehead ferns growing.  And there will be garlands of flowers falling from the trees.  And there will be a man with the head of......of.....well I don't know for certain.


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Wednesday, 4 October 2006
How are you Coping?
Mood:  hug me
Topic: email questions

This question was emailed to me yesterday from a graduate student.

How are you coping?

I have primarily negative symptoms and disorganized thoughts.  My concentration comes and goes all during the day and when I get sick I get suicidal and irrational.  I channel all my moments of high quality thinking into making artwork.  Art provides an escape from the illness.  While I make it I don't feel ill or symptomatic.  I feel in control and strong.  My best strategy for coping with this illness is to make art every day and channel all my hopes and dreams, ambition and drive into becoming a better artist.  Give me ten more years doing this and the art world will find it impossible to ignore me.
 
I'm a lucky woman.  I have a husband who loves me very much and takes good care of me.  We both are smart, read a lot, and have a good sense of humor, I may be sick but I am also happy a lot.  The great irony of my life is that there is so much ability and disability in my life.  Having a successful marriage is something that people without an illness dream of, and I've got one.  But having a successful career has been my life long dream too and I am too sick to go to school or work for more than two or three hours a day.  Maybe part of coping with this illness has been an increased awareness of the value of the "little" things in life.  I love my dog, I love when my husband cooks me dinner.  I love taking the dog for a walk with my husband.  My disease makes my world very small and the people I know few in number.  Making art, a solitary task, fits in well with my limited social skills and fluctuating states of consciousness.
 
The final and perhaps most important way of coping is by taking medication.  I recently went through a medication change and the experience left me with the strong impression that without medication I would be institutionalized for life.  Without the aid of medication my illness is so strong that it destroys personality, all emotional balance, and character.  My marriage, my artwork, and my happiness depend on taking medication.

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