Those who know me well-ish already know that I have a big, embarrassing man-crush on Stephen Fry . . . And I think it is largely due to the fact that, unlike just about any other celebrity, I like him every bit as much outside of his career as I do in it (if not moreso). One of the reasons for this is because of his earnest efforts to reach out to people . . . Not just in the sense of doing charity work, but his shouts out to ordinary, everyday people.
One of the ways in which he does this is by speaking openly about his bipolar disorder/manic depression and going to far as to document it in its various incarnations in the lives of others through film. His film (the title of which I've incorporated into this piece) presents such a candid and honest, even ruthless portrait of this destructive mental illness that I teared up several times, watching it.
One part of the documentary which really stuck with me was when Mr. Fry was describing his time at the Uppingham School, from which he was expelled for his frequent problematic, delinquent behaviour. A means of escape for him was wandering round the rooves of the buildings and looking down. I'm not sure it was intentional or not, but for me, it painted such a vivid, metaphorical parallel with regard to the 'highs' and 'lows' of his mental illness that I felt compelled to draw it.
. . . Admittedly, as I watched, it occured to me (perhaps owing to my own ignorance) that these were 'extreme' cases and that I've known plenty of bipolar/manic depressive people who weren't 'that bad.' But whatever your feelings are with regard to the severity of the cases presented, the documentary proves quite illuminating to anyone who feels their understanding of the nature of this mental illness could be extended (because it is a condition which is rather largely misunderstood).
And lastly, I just wanted to give my own shout out to my friends, family members and anyone reading who suffers from any sort of illness which makes life less liveable; Please stay strong. My heart goes out to you and I wish you all the best.
. . . Whew.
And yer, Stephen Fry is the badger's nadgers. That is a conclusive statement to this long ramble which brooks no argument, thanks
You speak the truth! I think we should organise a stalker party, equip everyone with binoculars and take a jaunt round London to comb the streets for a taxi with a 'FRY' marquis atop it
And thank you! I'm trying to branch out with my typographyness, to do progressively more creative things with it. Tis a fun endaevour
I have a friend who's like this, when she's in her depressive state she won't even talk to me, it's quite sad. I miss her... At any rate, this is a wonderful piece of artwork, and I need to see this documentary.
I'm terribly sorry . . . That must be so very difficult for both of you. If you can stand by her during those trying times, it speaks volumes for your character and I commend you. And yes, do watch the documentary, if you will. It might lend some insight as to what she is going through.
. . . And of course, thank you for your thoughtful words
And I think everyone has a mancrush on Stephen Fry, honestly.
Man, I love how you utilize creative typographyness. Awesome all the time.
And thank you! I'm trying to branch out with my typographyness, to do progressively more creative things with it. Tis a fun endaevour
At any rate, this is a wonderful piece of artwork, and I need to see this documentary.
. . . And of course, thank you for your thoughtful words