Free My Mind for You/ Free Your Mind for Me

As it should be, so it shall be. Inside myself I am whole, where I am not broken. I am lonely in a great big crowd, but never alone when I am here. Do you feel the radio waves frying our brains? Or is that just those pickles I ate.? Let’s go with the pickles, the other is too tough to contemplate.

“Last Antelope Hunt”, Mixed Media on Board 8″x10″unframed ©Susan T. Martin2020

Categories: acrylic, art, Art Collectors, Artistic Excellence, Best, Bipolar Art, Bipolar Disorder, Childhood sexual abuse, Chronic Depression, clean, concrete art, Confidence!, Covid19, Creativity, death, Denial, digital art, dreams, Impressionist, Oil, outsider art, SurrealismTags: , , , , , , , , , , ,

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...

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