By ST Martin 07/08/2020

Water Flowing thru My Art Life

"Fish of a Different Feather" by Susan T. Martin — one fish two fish red fish blue fish

WIN_20170922_00_15_52_Pro (5) — Fish of a Different Feather

WIN_20170815_11_19_02_Pro — Reaching Out, acrylic on canvas, Work in Progress, Susan T. Martin 2017

WIN_20170216_01_37_00_Pro (2) — The Passage

75615496-C226-47C0-BB43-7CC0868DC469 — Reaching Out, Acrylic on Canvas, Beginning Stages, Susan T. Martin 2017

KODAK Digital Still Camera — River in Red

“Exquisite Aloneness” work in progress

Water…Healing. Soothing. Cleansing. Renewing. Refreshing. Constant. Relaxing

Tempestuous. Raging. Running. Crashing. Tumultuous. Freeing.

It Gives Life, It Takes Life. It’s Waves Hold the Secrets of a Million Years.

Voyages Undertaken, Trips Made, Sailing into the Unknown, New Lives Across

Rolling Seas.

Ever Present, Ever Changing the Landscapes of Our Lives.

Flowing Over the Ragged Edges So We Can Make Land Safely.

Crashing Over Our Bow to Sink Us on Reefs of Folly.

Water.

Everywhere.

S. T. M. 2020

Published by ST 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... View all posts by ST Martin