"...I will carry the Hurt. But it will NOT defeat me...)
The Days of Trouble Begin
"...I will carry the Hurt. But it will NOT defeat me...)
OUT OF THE GUTTER ART
"...I will carry the Hurt. But it will NOT defeat me...)
The Magic Bus AT ALTITUDE / SUSAN TODD MARTIN 2022 New art, the tiny line moving across the canvas. my pin-dot imaginary School Bus driving thru a blazing white desert.(That's funny, a School Bus! Why not a Mach I , or a horse or something? I'm such a child inside). I spend a lot of …
"I'm back in Black and White, and better than EVER!"
Mania Illuminata shines in Five Deuces Galleria recently! Me and my shadow!! It has been a long trip but she found a good home!! WHAT a great show this was at Five Deuces Galleria down in St Petersburg this month! I had really been trying to get in a show at this gallery, I felt …
"...maybe all artists...go thru periods of feast followed by famine..."
There are months when I sail along. Then there was April. Ouch. Work in Progress: The Old Grove Bipolar Disorder has a whole bag of tricks it can put to use on me, it used all of them. I let myself believe I didn't need more than 3 hours sleep per night. In fact, thot …
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 else is alien and uncomfortable. If I'm flitting about inside I can leap away from my disturbing thoughts as soon as they appear- it's a …
"Hold on for dear life my friend."
"...walking into the sunlight of my artistic future!"
"I will flay myself alive...peeling off each layer to offer up to the powers that be..."
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 people to feel? Do I want them to feel? Ok, here's something I can bite into... The Commute ©STMartin2022 Yes, I want to evoke emotion. …
"I am NOT giving up, I am not going anywhere, and I'm certainly NOT GOING QUIETLY!"
"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..."
Did it hurt? No, of course not. (well, just a wee bit, maybe...) Oh, the joys of waiting to hear if you got the "Call". That's what we artists refer to when we apply for a chance to get into a show, or to paint a mural, or design a sculpture, etc. It's a process …
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