above. below. inside Buchkatalog

I am bipolar man. crazytown. mentally ill. a mad hatter. a queer queer. a punk fag. a homeless dreamer. an 80s throwback. a binge drinker. a career drunk. a petulant poet. a polluted artist. an erotic exotic. an odd bird. an anachronistic artist. a hybrid of you. however, i am a human being first. i have been besieged, befogged, and bedeviled inside the mouth of madness for years. through some spiritual alchemy, i found the way to stop my wheels from spinning and move forward with levity and purpose. there is always a way out, a middle way. all creators have clemency. let things be simply as they are, and may you find your solace, therein. love, thy will be...blissed and blessed. heal thyself, as have i. alchemy began in ancient egypt in the dark metal arts in a pursuit to turn lead into gold. over time, it came to serve as a metaphor for spiritual transformation. lead into gold yields a philosopher's stone, a lavender flame in the tinderbox of the heart. in the coming year, i present my alchemical journey in three volumes. when the lead belly of bride ungilds the lily of groom, on oceanic occasion, they crest the purple peak of womb.