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Starting Over, Over Again
Things will seem to go OK, when suddenly they’ll stop,

. Face in the dirt, there I lay-then poof! I am up top.

. This brain of mine, this machine, that whirrs inside my head,

. Makes the bells and whistles ding even when I lay in bed.

. I need relief, some way, some how, to quiet racing thoughts,

Instead they throw some pills at me to make me who I’m not.

I always knew I would wind up alone,

. Now that it happened, now that I’ve grown…

. It’s the worst pain I’ve ever known.

. Can you see me going mad in here?

. Can you hear me? Can you, Dear?

. There’s a slim chance, if you hurry,

. That all the scary things will scurry,

. That the sky will clear, the rain will stop-

. And once again I’ll be on top.

Detail:Growth, Susan T. Martin

“Mania Illuminata” sold

Most Recent, “Growth!” by Susan T. Martin

FRONT VIEW ( of a sphere?!?)

Prayer for Magdallia, by Susan T. Martin
9 x 11 Marker on Board

Plugged In, Digital Painting ©STMartin2020
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09/29/2020
IN the DOGHOUSE
- MUNSON, embellished cement sculpture, (Award of Merit at Best of the Best Show at A.E.BACKUS MUSEUM2014)©Susan T Martin(Inquiries Welcome)
- DOOR STOP or START? recycled Concrete Block©Susan T. Martin 2014(sold)
- SELF PORTRAIT, (detail) ©Susan T. Martin2019(Inquiries Welcome)
BLOCKY the ROCK HOUND, work in progress, Concrete Block and Rocks©STM

Sigh… I’ve been feeling crappy… Really Awful… SICK. It has caused a pause in my production of work. There is this niggling worry, of course, about the big C, CO I mean…VID. I don’t believe this is it, am hoping very strongly that this is not it. The headache is from a sinus infection that seems to always correspond to this changing season. So, I have been fighting, on this front, for about a week.
- Screen Siren
- Kiko-Man!
- Baby Klee
- Commissioned Portrait
- Commissioned Portait
- Don’t touch my hat!
- Kleopatra of the Nile, my big nose Baby…
- coooooookkkie!!
- Aiko Xoxo Izabella, Dear Heart, best Mom ever…
THE DOG HOUSE GALLERY ©Susan T. Martin
I rely so much on my little Kleo as a huggable, furry sounding board , having recently experienced the grief of losing her uncle Kiko last month. She became violently ill yesterday, and had to be rushed to the astronomically expensive emergency vet. Five hundred plus dollars and a day later she is stabilized, but I’m not sure I am. The running total on all my credit cards is the highest I’ve ever had, and the gallery I use has been virtual for months. Sales are nil for now, so I feel pressured to create a masterpiece . But I keep falling asleep with my paintbrush for my hand, and abstract ain’t my bag at the moment. Perhaps it should be. I could, in my stupor, lay a blank canvas on the floor by my couch and hold an open paint jar over it while I doze. Perhaps some nice swirly “pour”will result…( This is a JOKE. )
- FIRE, BLOOD, SKY, WATER, 2nd Version ©Susan T Martin2009
- The Guardian, acrylic on board,© Susan T. Martin 2016(donated)
- Grouchy Grouper, Palm Frond and Pine Cone Fine Art©Susan T Martin2014
- UNDERCURRENTS, ©Susan T. Martin2014
- RUNNER THE CLOTHES HORSE-recycled Ironing Board, Couture Gown, Palm Fronds , Nylon Pantyhose, Grocery Store Bags, Feather Boas, Curtain Rods, Old Yarn over Chicken Wire Cage, NFS
- GEORGE,©Susan T Martin (Inquiry Welcome)
- COUNTRY CLUB STABLES, PINE CHEST (detail) ©Susan T Martin(inquiry Welcome)
- NEVOA, 3rd Version©Susan T Martin 2011
- Mural in Progress 2016©SusanTMartin
- Intergallactic Dragonfly, mixed media sculpture©Susan T. Martin 2016,(sold)
- THE MUTANT FROG BOX(detail)©SusanTMartin(sold)
- The MUTANT FROG BOX, recycled vintage tool box ©SusanTMartin(sold)
- ONE FISH TWO FISH RED FISH BLUE FISH, fine art Print©Susan T Martin(Inquiry Welcome)
- FISH OF A DIFFERENT FEATHER “Outrageous Jello Mold” ©Susan T. Martin(sold)
- ROUND UP, Palm Frond Art, ©Susan T. Martin, in progress
- DANCE of ANDALUSIA,©Susan T. Martin2018
- Babs the Crab©Susan T. Martin2018(sold)
- Riley, Palm Frond Assemblage©Susan T. Martin2019(sold)
- DANCE of the ANDLUSIAN fine art print©Susan T. Martin2018(Inquiries Welcome)
- NEVOA, 4th Version©Susan T. Martin
THE ANIMAL HOUSE GALLERY Animal Art from 2010-2020©Susan T. Martin
The day before my illness I painted a new canvas, and I feel very pleased with it, even though my freehand jug is rather “interesting”. I do have more works in progress , soon to come to fruition as Kleo Pup and I mend. Yay. I mean, “YAY!!”
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09/23/2020
Over the Humpty-Dump
Oh, the fun of a downward spiral…After a week or two of just mind blowing energy and creativity, comes the inevitable crash. This time it was about a week of doldrums, pain, negativity and actual physical illness, all of which I attribute to this illness called Bipolar Disorder.

The worst part of a depressive episode, besides dishes and dirty laundry accumulating , and unmade beds and unmopped floors, is this: Lack of Creativity . It cripples me. Makes me agonize about my ability, question my work, my path, my life course. I think of a million different ways I am a failure, and I become totally immobilized, sucked into my squishy pillow, and held captive by doubt. Even though I know what is happening , and know my thoughts are tangled for a time, I am still unable to make a move.

Portals to Peace

I can best liken it to being held hostage, until the cycle passes.

So-here I am today, a new day, a new cycle! We are on the upswing, baby!! Hold on tight, cause I am an artist extraordinaire, a churning swirling dervish holding 10 brushes in one hand while I work on 5 canvases at one time !!!WOO HOO!!!

Another Incredible Tiny Table ready for someones patio!!

A little bit of Gallery Wrapped Joy ready for sale!

All in All, I’m just too hot to handle right now, and I’m painting like a human tornado!!! Ok, maybe just a little dust devil, but you get the idea!!! Let it Fly, say I!!!!wheeeee!
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09/17/2020
In My Room
“Sleep to Dream a Dreamer’s Sleep…Let the Midnight Watchman Creep…”

A step into a past full of Victorian Charm, all furniture and walls handpainted and restored…by me.

your home is your place to dream, to find peace and rest. A cocoon, a safe haven, an island in the storm… a place to create, to define, to highlight who you really are-in your own space. Welcome to mine…

I always lived with others, my family, my husband, friends… I expressed my own style in little flourishes, here and there. Once I got my own home, that I truly own, and no one else shares it with me….now I’ve been free to create my own space. Painting anything, be it wall, floor, furniture or canvas; at any time of day, in any colors, in any style!! There are days I sit here, depressed and immobilized. Then I remember to look around and be so, so grateful…
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09/13/2020
“Party Girl”
Hot Off The Easel! “Party Girl” 12″x 12″ Paint Pen on Canvas©STM

Just another view of “Party Girl” by Susan T. Martin, Created just an hour ago! Memories of Franky and Johnny’s / Gemini Room in Fort Pierce, Florida!
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09/08/2020
Transported.
The Inheritance of Daughters’ by Susan T. Martin

I am here again. WHY am I here again.

WHY am I small again, lost again?

Alone again.

Afraid…

. Again.
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09/07/2020
HOPE SPRINGS!
Change has come round the bend again…My illness has spit me out of the Doubt Chamber, at least for a time. Yay. Woop Woop. The Bipolar illness, that is…the Excruciating Pain from my other illnesses is ongoing and unending. It is particularly intense today. So my enthusiasm for my self esteem and confidence in my artistic ability returning is a wee bit dampened. Wee bit. Dampened. Squished. (but NOT by the Brahmas, thankfully!)

(Deep intake of breath…deep sigh…) I have been attempting to post some new work and projects for a couple days, and also deeply considering the direction my site will take from now on. Many difficulties with my brain function and memory have plagued me, induced by the severe lack of sleep I experience. In the last 72 hours I have gotten less than 8 hours sleep, and those 8 not in succession. At about 3AM I went round putting knives and hammers away, in the event of my experiencing some kind or break with reality. (not kidding…) As a middle aged, fairly out of shape(!) woman who lives alone in a severely downtrodden area with windows that dont shut, I have tried to become more cautious. Hence the scattering of knives and hammers about the house.

A overly prideful attitude towards my ability as a fighter over my life, and having been into lifting and high-impact aerobics, has left me careless, I must admit. Too much intake of crime documentaries and murderer profiles has caused a big uptick in my worry factor- but I dont want to slip into exessive paranoia, which is easy to do with PTSD, and BPD. So I have been working on improving basic safety around and i my home, setting sensor lights properly and fixing entry points. Good girl Susie….Balance, seeking balance…

As far as my Blog Presence here and on other site, I will take the plunge back into sales of my artwork, being active in keeping up in my creating back stock, advertising it, proper shipping understanding and researching business ownership. one foot in front of the other.

Hopefully I will be back soon to post more positive content!
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09/06/2020
All Writey Now
I’m feeling disgusted with myself. Yet again I have lapsed into the void. The Void that exists inside me, when I feel incapable of creating anything of value. My fellow artists, do you ever come to this vast zone of inability?

Many would tell me that it’s the Bipolar monkey, bouncing up and down on the seesaw of creativity that exists between my ears. Right now I want to “shock the monkey”…(thank you Peter Gabriel)…It seems to be less like a monkey and more like a huge Brahma that has lain down, groaning and farting, on all my art supplies. (warning:EXTREMELY GRAPHIC WORD PICTURE!!!)

The warning should have come before the farting bull. Sorry. NOT.

Oh, the wonderful bucolic images that now dance ’round my imagination. Huge farting cows in pink tu-tu’s daintily dancing hoof to hoof. Hey, maybe I’m onto something! I hear Brahms playing in the background while the Brahma’s cavort! Wait for it… Wait for it….There!!

THE HORN SECTION!!!!! (Cue maniacal laughter!!!)
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09/02/2020

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