OUT OF THE GUTTER ART
THE BEHINDER I GET How true, how true that Pennsylvania Dutch saying is. I squander my art endeavors, rushing from this deadline to that, frazzled, befuddled and unsatisfied. That may be what drove Van Gogh insane, the constant turmoil to do better. I am making the presumption that perhaps the rapid cycling Bipolar Disorder that …
One just can't help getting one's hopes up when entering shows. You read the call, you think "Wow! Piece of Cake! That's exactly the kind of art I do anyway!" If , on the other hand I said, "Wow! That is one tough call. I WILL REALLY HAVE TO DIG DEEP AND PUSH MY LIMITS..." …
recognizing my BIPOLAR self image "A Big Beak"...by Susan T. Martin I'm in "Wonderland" right now. Been here for a week or so. Time seems to be inching by, my head too heavy to lift off the pillow. Not sick physically, I'm just...just...what can I tell you? I have had some unknown trigger going me …
"...running to the window, still asleep, she fell thru the glass with a crash..."
'Progress, not perfection.' Who said that? I hate you, whoever you are. Because I...WANT...PERFECTION! The Earth keeps spinning on it's Axis, and my mind keeps spinning like a mouse wheel. A recent medical issue charges my thoughts with negative ions, even with semi-positive news reports... Nothing to see here, folks. Let's keep moving... Relevance...that's the …
I eat a lot of my art. Great flow, free strokes, endless imagination...stuffed in my spare bedroom. "What spare bedroom?" You have a right to ask, especially when the door is always shut, the cat box takes center stage, there is no sign of any bed and the entire perimiter is taken up with painted …
Stuck in the Barnyard "OLD McDONALD HAD A COMMISSION...Oh no, Oh no, Oh no......" The First Draft of "The Dreaded Barnyard" One of my Trippy Palm Frond Creations So, I had a "Patron", and I am envisioning a relationship similar to Michaelangelo had with The Pope.. Endless coffers, freedom of expression in my own magnificent …
"He bandaged my broken hands that had beaten down my own hopes..."
"...I was a rebel...not knowing thousands of feet had gone down that same road days...months...centuries before..."
"Dysfunction Junction", BEST of the BEST at The Backus Museum, 2016Detail:Growth, Susan T. Martin" Renata's Path" commissionBefore Reaching Out, Landscape of St. Lucie River at River Park Marina,Acrylic on Canvas, Susan T. Martin, 2016Keep My Distance!A Flashback!A Glance Back at Some Random Works since 2015 Who Was I Then? Am I Now? Who Will I …
This Beauty is one of a pair of Cabintet from a large entertainment stand, The Other is outside, drying... I have to get the mix just right: a smidgen of anxiety, a pinch of hunger, a good dose of caffeine and just about 48 hours without sleep and *BAM*! The NY creative lightning strikes! Tonight …
https://videopress.com/v/HHP12cOF?preloadContent=metadata Munson, A Treasured Friend assemblage on Carved Sculpture by Susan T. Martin, in The Art on The Island 3-D Art Show Been trapping feral kitties this weekend...but not to kill them. Yay! I've been working with a nonprofit called Meow Now, which I believe has chapters nationwide. They catch, neuter/spay , vaccinate and bring …
...inside myself I am whole, where I am not broken...
...Random Words, Targeted Pain....Red, Yellow, Green and Brown Pain...White Pain...My Pain...
"...a drive to put what is playing on my internal projector out into the real world, for others to see..."
SUSAN TODD MARTIN 
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