Besides being a massage therapist, I’m an artist and story teller. I’ve had a creative dry spell for a while and then, suddenly. I’m feverishly painting, late into the night. This morning a reoccurring character insists I write something down.
Dr. Maeve Van Gogh is a Biological and Cultural anthropologist. She graduated from UC Berkeley and also has a Master of Arts in Folklore. She finished up her structured, education at the University of Amsterdam. She stayed with relatives in The Hague. Is fluent in English, Dutch, French, Portuguese, and Japanese. She can ask for directions and order a drink in Gaelic, Farsi, Spanish, Italian, and Russian. She grew up in a nomadic, Navy family. The middle child and only girl of 5 children. The older brothers taught her to fight and the younger ones taught her to be sneaky. She’s disturbingly smart, adventurous, and an episodic, paranoid schizophrenic.
Sounds like a good time, right? Her schizophrenia started in her last year at Berkeley. Being raised Catholic didn’t help in any way when the voices started. A trusted professor got her in contact with a psychiatrist who was also an anthropologist. Using a combo of psychiatry and shamanism, Maeve and her doctor found a way to keep her functional without being drugged into numbness. She still has episodes, but fewer and far between. When they do occur, she knows the signs and handles it with grace, mostly. Once in a while, it can be hilariously, weird.
She’s a roving professor who guest teaches at universities and community collages around the world. Champions for social justice, cultural diversity, and the environment. Her FBI file is massive.
Her appearance fluctuates with her environment. She was born with coppery/brown hair, blue/green eyes and a fair complexion. She has a tall, athletic build, like Xena, when she’s in peak condition. Maeve likes her food and drink and can get a little soft around the edges if she finds herself in a cozy habitat.
Maeve loves and hates humanity, with equal passion. She likens her perception of the world as looking at it through a kaleidoscope instead of a microscope, like some people do. She sees so many, beautiful, possibilities along with darker, possibilities, when most people seem to be focusing on one, bad scenario. It makes her a bit crazy.
Oh, I could write volumes on her adventures. I feel like Walter Mitty. (I read the book.) My painting is calling me to finish it.