My Dad had many facets. If I only saw the ones that shined like diamonds…is that so wrong? I spent my tiny days laughing in his orbit, his aura was … Continue reading In His Eyes
Does it matter to an art collector what the artist was experiencing in her mind at the moment a work was conceived? Or is the final product just that: A … Continue reading Dreams into Reality into Dreams
“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 thing. I’m not hung up on the aging process… the … Continue reading Are You Confused?
I have to get the mix just right: a smidgen of anxiety, a pinch of hunger, a good dose of caffeine and just about 48 hours without sleep and *BAM*! … Continue reading A Freewheeling Frenzy!
Been trapping feral kitties this weekend…but not to kill them. Yay! I’ve been working with a nonprofit called Meow Now, which I believe has chapters nationwide. They catch, neuter/spay , … Continue reading The Cathouse
“introducing SUTI’S Whimsies, Susan T. Martin’s Joyful, Buoyant Designs…
…inside myself I am whole, where I am not broken…
…Random Words, Targeted Pain….Red, Yellow, Green and Brown Pain…White Pain…My Pain…
“…a drive to put what is playing on my internal projector out into the real world, for others to see…”
“… can you see me going mad in here?…”