Susan T. Martin

My life has been a journey of Creativity, Curiosity, Truth-Seeking, and Growth. I feel like a tiny seed that sprouted in a desert, and now has grown into a Passion Vine, thriving in a well-tended but wild and free Garden. My Art comes from the soil of the Gardens I have grown in, whatever nutrients, or lack thereof have been the material I create my story from. My Art is my story, of a life lit by Faith and a spirit soothed by Forgiveness and Love. Life is my Rainbow, and all it’s colors are in my Art!

Yay for Progress!

a quick post to let you know my efforts to make a living as an artist are coming along! I am brave now, and am actively working hard at honing my abilities!

the greasy fast-food-wrapper of death

It took soul-searching, or rather “skinning” myself to get down to the layers of pain in my hard heart. I think I finally peeled off all the bandages that I had wrapped around the wound in my heart, and I came to the thorn…the nugget of truth about what was hurting so bad. I am […]Read Post ›

I AM OK! BETTER! MENDING!

I have a post in the works, but I wanted to let anyone out there know that I am not depressed today! Still kickin’ just not too high!

Turning Around, I Find Myself Again

As I sit here in my tiny home, a little chilled on this December night, I am filled with gratitude. That I was brave enough to write all the posts I have written here on this blog, over the past years. I was feeling very old tonight, and very “stuck” in my Bipolar mind, immobilized […]Read Post ›

Okee Dokee Then…

It has been AGES since I have been here, it seems that when I am on fire with my visual art , my written art suffers. Time is a factor, when I have 5 projects going at once, the voices in my head are rather subdued, because all the poetry is oozing out of my […]Read Post ›

I WANT TO…

Run, full out, for half a mile. Sleep, for eight hours and awaken, refreshed. Look intently into my true love’s eyes. Spend a whole day free of pain. Hear the ocean’s crashing waves outside my bedroom door. Write a piece of poetry to make a reader cry. Touch someone.

Many Days Since

I am here again, on lock down of my own making. Wanting the isolation while longing for company. I feel unsure, unsteady, and oh, so tired. The dialogue inside my head has slowed, and the gist of it is dire, down and miserable. I hate myself like this, and that adds to my misery because […]Read Post ›

runs with scissors

I have been a thousand places, and seen so many things; I have struggled to keep pace, Oh the mess this madness brings- I have wandered and I’ve wondered, “Will I ever see the End?” Grateful now, I’ve lived to see what lurks around the bend! Many faces, masks I’ve worn-They keep pain hid from […]Read Post ›

Long Time Gone, a poem…

The wind blows, my mind slips back into some disturbing dream. Was it me then, or is it me now? I can’t believe where I have been. I yearn for escape, memories come reminding me what I have done. I chose a new way, on a hopeful day, changed my methods and my means… […]Read Post ›

Oh Happy Day!

I am happy to say, I was able to get back into my blogs here at WordPress, after a lengthy absence. I was unable to remember my sign in information for the longest time, but finally I was able to get back here!!! My sister blog, Out of the Gutter Art, has been languishing also, […]Read Post ›