The words all run together, the letters messy on the keyboard. Tired but sleepless, fighting with little paint markers I ordered on EBay… Demanded a refund for the leaking, streaking, project-ruining, AWFUL Paint Markerz. Awful. Yet I sat here and fought with them for hours while working on a little handmade trash can I found in a thrift store. Just spinning my wheels… Thank God I have a new commission being delivered… An antique cart, and they are letting me go freehand wild! Yeah, baby!!!!
Published by Susan T. Martin
I am an Artist, Poet and Author. A Survivor of Violent Sexual Abuse and Rape, I have lived thru Severe Domestic Violence, Twenty Three years of Addiction and Alcoholism, Family Dysfunction, Chronic Pain, Dependence on Opioids, and 2 Venomous Snake Bites...I have Been Stabbed, Shot at, Tied to a Tree and Choked Unconscious. A Quarter Horse Rolled on Me, as did a Lawn Tractor. I also Wrecked a Harley into a Tree! I also have PTSD and Rapid Cycling Bipolar Disorder, and spent my 18th birthday in a Locked Psychiatric Ward. I am so much more than this: I feel like a tiny seed that sprouted in a desert, and now has grown into a Passion Vine. My Art is my Voice, Screaming, Crying, Praying, Loving, Laughing, Healing- all in Riotous Color... View all posts by Susan T. Martin