introduction to the ASHEVILLE ASYLUM

when i was in grade school, my mother worked at eastern state mental hospital in williamsburg, virginia. i used to go there after school until she got off work at 8 pm. there was a girl there, daniela c'dura, that i fell in love with. she spoke a little. my mother said she suffered from 'mania.' i guess she was my first girl friend. they operated on her. after that i wasn't allowed to see her. i went to sleep after that.

i woke up in germany, and spent 12 years in europe and singapore. then returned to the united states, and fell asleep again.

in 1987 i woke up one morning, and i knew that i was an artist. i bought everything i could find that my acquaintances told me an artist needed. 

i sculpted in metal when it was warm and painted four months a year.

i currently live in asheville, north carolina. people flock here because of the extremes. 

last year, in response to  circumstances, i decided that somebody here was crazy, and it wasn't me. so, i decided that.

originally, the asylum was meant to be a petri dish -- like zola did. but after i began to write and paint people i knew and put the asylum on the web, people began to write. but worst of all....ignored me. 

Dmoll415, who would be my mouth here at my asylum.

the body politic is public; there is no private life. and that's the asylum: it will alter as i receive other patients in this city, because they're all crazy. 

i can imagine that, for you, it would be quiet in a place where there is a profound and sad freedom. but then, one of us would be crazy, and it ain't me.