A Real “Old Florida” Rainy Season My own tiny paradise…
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...
“…that secret ingredient that pushes us to create…true and lasting greatness.”
Ooooooo!! Pick Me, Pick Me!! SHINE Mural Festival is a Huge Deal in Saint Petersburg, Florida. Every year the best and the brightest mural artists are chosen; some internationally known, … Continue reading My Time to SHINE!!
“We chased the sidewinder, ran with roadrunners. Our feet bled walking empty highways…riding empty boxcars…”
“I could send an angel…strong, beautiful…to intercept her in midair!”
******To all my dear friends who were worrying about me, I am doing fine and I did have a Covid test 4 days after I first felt sick, and it … Continue reading *UPDATE*Hello Fellow Fellows of Art
“brain injured in stages, blow by sickening blow…hands that…pledged to love and cherish me…”
” The place I was found is where I remain; a scar on the ground in The Land of Lost Names” I paint intuitively, I guess you could say. I … Continue reading The Land of Lost Names
“…that half smile and nod…while their eyes glaze over…like my very words are getting dirt on them…”
I started out whiney today…but I was readjusted… It’s so easy to forget how far I have come in my Art journey. I wish I could say that I remember … Continue reading I Am Grateful
…not Buffalo Bill, not Hannibal Lecter…no, Paper Factory…”
she is done, she’s done, she’s finally done!! I had fun building her, and feel so satisfied! She is created entirely of recycled and found material… More info soon!
“…work that could not have escaped…without the catalyst of discomfort…”
…this sound will awaken my neurotic and highly excitable one-eyed Shih Tzu who suffers from an unusual condition…”
Originally posted on Art & Crit by Eric Wayne:
The problem is that if a “random person on the internet” can substantially improve upon what is supposed to be a…