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...
“I am NOT giving up, I am not going anywhere, and I’m certainly NOT GOING QUIETLY!”
Belief: Trust, Faith and Confidence in something or someone…an Acceptance that a statement is true or something exists In Success: I have proven to myself, over and over again, that … Continue reading New Thoughts for a New Year
“Things I like to take out and hold from time to time…this special grateful day.”
Rejection. Have you experienced it? Most of us have, but has it scarred you for life? And can these life-long patterns, these ‘rejection tapes’ be erased? Overcome? Re-recorded? This is … Continue reading The Fine Art of Self-Sabotage
Finding a new project is an enlightening occurrence. Feeling exhilaration and anticipation. Where will my imagination take me? I feel new ideas stirring, a freestyle mood calling. Out of darkness … Continue reading A Day of Possibility
“one project done, the next begun: all clarity-no haze…”
A Founding Artist of the Permanent Collection Due to the pandemic INSIGHTS IV was pushed forward to October 2021, again held at the Zolla Liebermann Gallery in Chicago. I wish … Continue reading The Ryan Licht Sang Bipolar Foundation and ME!
” Like a baby bird fallen from it’s nest, I want to fix her…”
Woe Is Me! First I can’t Gogh and then I have to Gaugin! I’m sorry, I just had to ‘go’ there. It is true. I am under compulsion to express … Continue reading I CAN’T QUIT ARTING!!!
“Knowing you did your level best to create something worthy…”
The Curling Tendrils All around me , I see the memories. The whispers of my love, echoed through the years. Images of the place we lived, when all of us … Continue reading Memory’s Mother
“Art class with the finest teacher…I did not think I liked the man…”
“I am just a memory, dead in the dust, gone like the wisp of smoke that curled from the tip of the gun that killed me…”