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...

Where is Captain Jack?

“…maybe all artists…go thru periods of feast followed by famine…”

The Healing

and The “Salvator” Mommy . (And THE LAVENDER CAT!) Being still is very difficult for me mentally. Having a racing mind is the natural state of being for me, anything … Continue reading The Healing

Peeping Out

“Hold on for dear life my friend.”

Round One: Let the Game Begin!

“…walking into the sunlight of my artistic future!”

What it all Means

Seeking Deeper Meaning in my life, thru my Art: I’m faced with this question. Making a statement about my art, who I am as an artist. What do I want … Continue reading What it all Means

Many Moons: A New One Rises

“I am NOT giving up, I am not going anywhere, and I’m certainly NOT GOING QUIETLY!”