An apple a day oil painting is a- wait! I bet you never knew that an Apple a Day Keeps the Psychiatrist at Bay, did you? Well, it does.
But not in the way that you think.
Some people moan about how things always come in three’s- more often than not, they are referring to bad things. Well, this work of art, to me, was an opportunity to capture how ANYTHING that is SIMPLE, can be beautiful. And the same breath, it can be life-changing.
Let me explain.
Over the years, I used to thrive on chaos. I would take it in, and let it settle into my bones. It would be part of me.
I never realized that I became chaotic and that is was not only worsening my Bipolar Disorder but that it was ruining my life.
Day after day, I would battle my mind. My mind was full of wonder, yes, but it was too full. At every corner, I was ready to burst. And not like majestic fireworks.
Like a bomb.
Messy. Violent. Dangerous.
Was I a pleasant person? Yes, most of the time.
But I was intense. Quick to love fiercely and when I stumbled, I drowned. So the intensity took me high and low. Hence, the Bipolar Disorder I suppose.
I tried all sorts of gimmicks to try to calm the storm. This and that- and sometimes those things would help. Like, making lists and trying to plan and prioritize. But it never lasted. My daily diary page was a sea of ink and confusion.
I couldn’t. Literally. I was physically (and mentally) unable to process what was supposed to be more important than the other with respect to my tasks for the day. So that meant that absolutely everything became urgent and important.
I’ll write more of my Bipolar varsity days, but just know that the whirlwind was unbearable some days and impossible the next.
Now, this little trio of green apples reminds me of one thing and one thing only. That there is blissful hope in simplicity.
The day begins with meditation that brings me back to my centre and calm. In the middle, I’m solely focused on getting done what feels right. And lastly, I let gratitude for everything (and everyone) that matters completely envelope me. I have through these steps narrowed down that my passion fuels me and I don’t have to please anyone. Only I need to be satisfied. And being TRULY grateful for the miracle of life is a game changer. My Golden Pears oil painting has a different story though.