When the hell is the world going to look like this again? I need my little frozen wonderland to superimpose some cheap magic over this wet and dismal wreckage of an autumn. I’m rather sick of the wet and want to just get on with it. I honestly can’t remember a fall that took more [...]
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I’m Ready for Winter
Posted in Home, J C Larkin, The Weary World, bipolar, christmas, manic depression, schizoaffective, tagged bipolar, J C Larkin, mania, manic depression, mental health., Reflections, schizoaffective on November 23, 2009 | 2 Comments »
I Feel Like Having a Drink
Posted in Family Matters, Home, Reflections, bipolar, manic depression, manic depressive, mental health., tagged bipolar, depression, divorce, Family Matters, manic, manic depression, mental health., Reflections on April 14, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I can’t though. Sadly, drinking, with the meds I’m on, is now a part of my past. I do occasionally see some loner like myself walking home after closing time if I’m up and wandering around the great metropolis of Frederick in the wee hours. (Hell, I’m crazy-who would mug me?) Yeah, Klonopin and Geodon [...]
Dinner Party
Posted in Home, Reflections, bipolar, tagged bipolar, manic depression, mental health., Reflections, schizoaffective on January 3, 2009 | 5 Comments »
I went to a I went to a restaurant last evening and enjoyed the good company of some friends. The woman who brought around our coffee had a certain subtle grace that couldn’t go unnoticed. I thought it was worthy of a sketch. Many other”ordinary” scenes probably do as well, and I try my best to mentally collect them, [...]
Happy New Year’s !!
Posted in Family Matters, Home, Reflections, bipolar, manic depression, tagged bipolar, Family Matters, manic depression, new year's, Reflections on January 1, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Happy New Year’s ! It truly has been great so far- I’ve spent half the day with my five year old son watching the Tournament of Roses Parade and playing with Playmobil Roman armies. So far I can only feel warmth in this new calendar- a nice day without anything to give the outward impression [...]
Doctor Zhivago & Me
Posted in Books, Home, Reflections, schizoaffective, tagged bipolar, christmas, depression, Reflections, schizoaffective on December 23, 2008 | 3 Comments »
I made this oil sketch of a lonely but colorful little tree I saw in the middle of a dark area yesterday- a metaphor for the season for some of us; lux in tenebris – light in the heart of darkness. I am often left in wonder of the human animal and their singular attachments of meaning [...]
Settling Down
Posted in Family Matters, Home, J C Larkin, Reflections, publishing on December 18, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I am fortunately still in a really good place with the holidays today. I printed and addressed my cards (see design below) and they will go out (just in time) in the a.m. I’ve realized that the psychic trigger with them is that they’re among the most important of the tangible symbols that help to legitimize you [...]
The Holidays- If You Insist
Posted in Family Matters, Home, bipolar, manic depression, tagged bipolar, christmas, holidays, J C Larkin, shopping on December 8, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Going into the holidays is a touchy business estranged from most everyone excepting my aunt, mother and a smattering of friends who all have their children and their own lives, I can’t quite find a place for myself this year. On top of it all, I’m slightly hypomanic just now, but it feels good! (Geodon [...]
Ben & Me
Posted in Family Matters, Home, J C Larkin, Reflections, tagged J C Larkin on December 7, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
It seems so long ago it that I painted this oil sketch of Ben, me, and Marni that it hurts to think about it. There is nothing, absolutely nothing like the sensation of a winter walk with your child when they are a toddler; something truly sublime.
Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me
Posted in Home, Jason C Larkin, Reflections, tagged J C Larkin, Jason C Larkin on March 25, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
My God life is short- forty-one years already and the end is in sight. I need to commit something here just by way of making it real. Like Bukowski, I need the introspection that comes from constant analysis of ordinary things. Perhaps I may need to cut my hair and look a little [...]
