Had to take a break from pushing out too much work, too fast. I’m going to linger on this one particular work. Treating it like an oil painting, a touch … Continue reading Lately I Been Dreamin’
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...
“So here are some doodles…glimpses into the lighthearted, childlike creative I am…”
Woe Is Me! First I can’t Gogh and then I have to Gaugin! I’m sorry, I just had to ‘go’ there. It is true. I am under compulsion to express … Continue reading I CAN’T QUIT ARTING!!!
“Knowing you did your level best to create something worthy…”
It’s been brought to light (as if it wasn’t already known!) that the more gruesome and violent a subject is, the more the general public want it. This type of … Continue reading They Devour Our Pain
The Curling Tendrils All around me , I see the memories. The whispers of my love, echoed through the years. Images of the place we lived, when all of us … Continue reading
“Art class with the finest teacher…I did not think I liked the man…”
“…my face is not bright yellow, my eyes not tiny black dots, my mouth not a thin and crooked black line?”
“I am just a memory, dead in the dust, gone like the wisp of smoke that curled from the tip of the gun that killed me…”
Do something! Say something! Move a muscle, change a thought! All seems to be running smoothly-till it’s not, and it’s not; right now. How? Every thing seemed peachy-‘seemed’ being the … Continue reading A Power Play Please
Did it hurt? No, of course not. (well, just a wee bit, maybe…) Oh, the joys of waiting to hear if you got the “Call”. That’s what we artists refer … Continue reading A “No” Blow to the Ego!
Ooo, Ice Blue is the Color of Cold AC!! I have been firing on ALL cylinders now that I am not pouring buckets of sweat every hour! The creativity seems … Continue reading AIR!
“I take my meds…lose consciousness…later I’m drenched and incoherent…”