
Painting My Heart Out
Woo Hoo ! I am an artist WHIRLWIND again! Hang on, cause art is flowing out of me in a […]
relevant.recycling.rapid cycling. 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...
Woo Hoo ! I am an artist WHIRLWIND again! Hang on, cause art is flowing out of me in a […]
THE BEHINDER I GET How true, how true that Pennsylvania Dutch saying is. I squander my art endeavors, rushing from […]
One just can’t help getting one’s hopes up when entering shows. You read the call, you think “Wow! Piece of […]
recognizing my BIPOLAR self image I’m in “Wonderland” right now. Been here for a week or so. Time seems to […]
"...running to the window, still asleep, she fell thru the glass with a crash..."
‘Progress, not perfection.’ Who said that? I hate you, whoever you are. Because I…WANT…PERFECTION!
I eat a lot of my art. Great flow, free strokes, endless imagination…stuffed in my spare bedroom. “What spare bedroom?” […]
I should have taken photography classes. I dearly love the medium, and in this day and age I am happy […]
Stuck in the Barnyard “OLD McDONALD HAD A COMMISSION…Oh no, Oh no, Oh no……”
Originally posted on Out of the Gutter Art:
Running full tilt thru each day leaves no time for reckoning no time to breathe or…
My Dad had many facets. If I only saw the ones that shined like diamonds…is that so wrong? I spent […]
Does it matter to an art collector what the artist was experiencing in her mind at the moment a work […]
"He bandaged my broken hands that had beaten down my own hopes..."
"...I was a rebel...not knowing thousands of feet had gone down that same road days...months...centuries before..."
Who Was I Then? Am I Now? Who Will I Become? I know that we change, it is a natural […]
I have to get the mix just right: a smidgen of anxiety, a pinch of hunger, a good dose of […]