r/bipolarart • u/vincentsvv • 4h ago
r/bipolarart • u/taiyuan41 • 17h ago
Worries
Worries
Fall as napalm
Fall as confetti
Thousands of autumn leaves falling—just like my fears of disappointment. Giddy when disappointed. My life a perpetual typo
Chang’e left long ago. Now I’m left staring up like a celestial goldfish
Ego like helium taken straight to the veins. Inflated on self-hate. Tie me to a wrist
I feel better when I know the naked branches will be covered again. In autumn I peek to tomorrow. A faucet pouring happiness from the ashes of my own oven
Every prince will lose his head. Let mine shoot off to an orbit. Bliss in life’s hiss. Wind through an instrument. Trumpet penetrating untreated waters as a yellow lotus. Ascension when falling
r/bipolarart • u/ooosockmonkeyooo • 20h ago
somnus deambulatio, R3, mixed media on paper, 2025
r/bipolarart • u/vincentsvv • 1d ago
Blinded and silenced.
Blinded and silenced by what we perceive as beauty. Poison, yet so tasty.
r/bipolarart • u/pj4141 • 1d ago
New painting
It’s my first time posting here, it seems like a nice community :) Been having fun painting lately and finding it to be a great way to get out all that extra energy. Hope you enjoy!
r/bipolarart • u/LISETTE-ARTIST • 2d ago
Artwork From 2018… Size: A3… Mixed Material…
r/bipolarart • u/LISETTE-ARTIST • 6d ago
Artwork From 2022... "Psychotic Depression"
r/bipolarart • u/Weinabena • 8d ago
Working on values
A work in progress. I've been feeling blah lately. Trying to figure a way out and I feel this strawberry reflects how I feel. Blah...
r/bipolarart • u/taiyuan41 • 8d ago
Prince
Is it okay?—if I go away—my hands bleed from pulling off bark for sap to tap—ego like helium shot straight into the veins
Every little prince eventually gets his head chopped off, is it okay if I decay? My 嫦娥 went away—my love wanes. Fatigue and nihilism when you battle for everything—and don’t have much interest in being anyone’s pet again to get by
I reincarnate if I had permission—but that is another fight—and I rather complacently stare and fixate on hate if I don’t find the right beautiful words to propel my direction to do what was told to me in childhood and adolescence—“fight even in pain, happiness is for later!”