Lately I Been Dreamin’
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’
Author: ST 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...
I’m Feeling Sheepish Tonight…Are Ewe?
“So here are some doodles…glimpses into the lighthearted, childlike creative I am…”
I CAN’T QUIT ARTING!!!
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!!!
Totally Spent
“Knowing you did your level best to create something worthy…”
They Devour Our Pain
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
A Long Lost Love
“Art class with the finest teacher…I did not think I liked the man…”
HURT
“…my face is not bright yellow, my eyes not tiny black dots, my mouth not a thin and crooked black line?”
What You Made Me Feel (Blue-Eyed Johnny)
“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…”
A Power Play Please
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
A “No” Blow to the Ego!
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!
AIR!
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!
My Crucible
“I take my meds…lose consciousness…later I’m drenched and incoherent…”
