Making A Clumsy Pass At A Psychiatrist And Failing.

By Paul D Robertson

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Mixed media on canvas, 90 x 70 cms.

This piece has a little bit of a story. I am not too into autobiographical works, but this is based on a scene that actually happened to me when I was around 22, I think.

I was being committed for the first time. I was completely manic without having any idea what that meant. I explain this further in the bipolar Paul section of this site, but anyway... After a short appointment with the psychiatrist I had been seeing for a short while, she told me I was manic (and I really, really was at the time) and sent me off to hospital.In the ensuing interview to admit me into the ward, I made the acquaintance of an unusually young and attractive psychiatrist, and hit on her. Badly. I took my shirt off and sat on her desk and, um, asked her if she would like to have sex. Strangely she DECLINED and I spent a few weeks in the locked ward... but that is a different story. I had black hair at the time and was very very thin.

The piece is red for how mad I was at the time - my memory of it is coloured in exactly the same way, and all the angles are distorted and violent. The whole thing is pretty blurry in my memory, I wish I could remember what she looked like.