I really appreciate your kind thoughts.
Being bipolar II, which is incurable, I have learned to endure what cannot be changed, even though my 'hibernations' are a true taste of pitiless and unremitting Hell on earth, as all those who suffer from deep, clinical, endogenous depression know, whether bipolar or not.
However, I do not complain, and would not seek a cure if there was one, as I know that I will eventually be rewarded with a period of unparalleled contentment, productivity and creativity accompanied by a quite magical enhancement of all my senses, which obviously helps when it comes to doing any kind of creative work, and makes academic achievement almost laughably easy!
It's the joy and gift of being bipolar II, which, by definition, means that I don't ever suffer from mania, thank goodness. My heart goes out to bipolar I sufferers who have that to deal with too, and nine years ago, on Wet Canvas, I learned just how many artists have to deal with both forms of this blessing and curse, all in one unasked-for inheritance.
Still, I'm not here to talk about that, of course...
I will do as you say and have fun creating my banners later on today.
I also thank you for your tip about creating several banners to reflect your mood - a very creative idea in itself, and one which I will gladly copy, as my artworks do tend to either be very dark and sinister in mood, or rather Snow Whiteish as I do love the natural world, and like to show how much it means to me when I paint or draw
Although we never really met nine years ago, because I hadn't done any worthwhile art since January 2000, due to being wrongly medicated, I now smile whenever I see where you live, and such a lovely place too!
This is because I do love to banter and have a go at 'Les Anglaises' because it is a national passtime, and for very good historical reasons, amongst us Sarnians.
But my father and the current love of my life both co-incidentally hail from Warrington, just a few streets away from each other, as it happens, and I don't
want to know what Freud would have said about that!
I was born in the capital city of The Perfidious Albions because my poor mum could not get back to Guernsey before I was born after being evacuated during WWII
On top of that, without an English grant and the existence of SOAS, I would never have got my first degree! Oh, the shame of it
But, like all good racists, and in spite of also having so many English ex-lovers and current friends too, I still take a swipe at those south of Watford, when my inhibitions are not under full control, so, geographically speaking, you can consider yourself safe
I bet you're glad you're not Jon, having to keep my tendency to go off topic under control at the Café, but I promise to be much more restrained when I arrive on one of your domains
Thanks again, Doug.
That was just the information I needed.