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...

The Hurrier I Go…

THE BEHINDER I GET How true, how true that Pennsylvania Dutch saying is. I squander my art endeavors, rushing from this deadline to that, frazzled, befuddled and unsatisfied. That may … Continue reading The Hurrier I Go…

IN the Mirror

recognizing my BIPOLAR self image I’m in “Wonderland” right now. Been here for a week or so. Time seems to be inching by, my head too heavy to lift off … Continue reading IN the Mirror

Birds of Paradise

“…running to the window, still asleep, she fell thru the glass with a crash…”

GRINDING AWAY

‘Progress, not perfection.’ Who said that? I hate you, whoever you are. Because I…WANT…PERFECTION!

Eating Art

I eat a lot of my art. Great flow, free strokes, endless imagination…stuffed in my spare bedroom. “What spare bedroom?” You have a right to ask, especially when the door … Continue reading Eating Art

Thru the Looking Glass: The Optics of Susan

I should have taken photography classes. I dearly love the medium, and in this day and age I am happy that I can create beautiful images with a smidgen of … Continue reading Thru the Looking Glass: The Optics of Susan

RESOLVING THE COMMISSION DILEMMA

Stuck in the Barnyard “OLD McDONALD HAD A COMMISSION…Oh no, Oh no, Oh no……”

It’s Just Me…

“He bandaged my broken hands that had beaten down my own hopes…”