Here we are show casing our own members art and means of expressing their struggles/successes. We all have different outlets so you will find anything from paintings to music to poems and writings. As always if you have anything to add please email info@obadnorthab.ca with your contribution.
“Madness Sweet Madness”
Drive my pen and inspire my mind
The bipolar highs hang around
my neck like a noose
The gallows floor falls out
and the madness is loose
Dropping onto a bronco
our throats tied together
Every time it bucks the noose tightens
Scarring the muscle of our necks
My hands bleeding from
the rough cutting rope
struggle to hold on
I write in my heart’s blood
on the beef of its back
Before the rope slips from my hands
And I’m laying in the mud
As the bronco in it’s madness
With hooves covered
In blood and bone
tramples me again and again
By: David White
“The Unseen”
Ink and acrylic on canvas
“I didn’t know it at the time but I created this to get myself out of a low. I wanted to portray the different influences on my thoughts and moods. Also the strength it takes to sit there and just take it. The funniest part to me is that it took me two years to understand it was a bipolar related painting and that the female sitting does share resemblance to myself. For myself I find I get inspired (usually from other art and images) then hyper focusing on that which helps me escape.”
“The Tragedy of Our Malady”
Drive my pen and inspire my mind
The bipolar highs hang around
my neck like a noose
The gallows floor falls out
and the madness is loose
Dropping onto a bronco
our throats tied together
Every time it bucks the noose tightens
Scarring the muscle of our necks
My hands bleeding from
the rough cutting rope
struggle to hold on
I write in my heart’s blood
on the beef of its back
Before the rope slips from my hands
And I’m laying in the mud
As the bronco in it’s madness
With hooves covered
In blood and bone
tramples me again and again
By: David White
“One Breath at a Time”
Acrylic on canvas
“When I was first diagnosed, there was a time where I would experience panic attacks so severely I would freeze and forget how to breathe. Painting this woman allowed me to mentally visualize the magical colors of brightness in each inhalation and darkness in the exhalation. I still experience panic attacks, and now my mind focuses on the colors. I feel the tremors and rush of fear, but I can breathe through it till it passes.”