OUT OF THE GUTTER ART
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!"
"...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 …
"...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..."
"...I'll look outside for a hippo to wrestle..."
"My dreams are NOT dead!..."
"I am NOT giving up, I am not going anywhere, and I'm certainly NOT GOING QUIETLY!"
"one project done, the next begun: all clarity-no haze..."
"Art class with the finest teacher...I did not think I liked the man..."
Do something! Say something! Move a muscle, change a thought! All seems to be running smoothly-till it's not, and it's not; right now. How? Every thing seemed peachy-'seemed' being the operative word here. I seem like I'm young and beautiful-but is it truly the case? It 'seems' nice and comfortable outside-until you open the door …
"...that half smile and nod...while their eyes glaze over...like my very words are getting dirt on them..."
"How I do struggle, with all the Angst pushing against the walls of me...."
"...Poor, poor Chris...I guess maybe your train finally came..."
SUSAN TODD MARTIN 
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