"...maybe all artists...go thru periods of feast followed by famine..."
A Power Play Please
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 …
The Hurrier I Go…
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 …
IN the Mirror
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 …
It’s Just Me…
"He bandaged my broken hands that had beaten down my own hopes..."
AM I FAMOUS YET?
"...I was a rebel...not knowing thousands of feet had gone down that same road days...months...centuries before..."
Free My Mind for You/ Free Your Mind for Me
...inside myself I am whole, where I am not broken...
Starting Over, Over Again
"... can you see me going mad in here?..."
An Artist with ‘ISSUES’
"...I am moved...because I walked thru 20 miles and 56 years of burning coals to get where I am...
IN the DOGHOUSE
...there is a niggling worry, about the big C...CO I mean...VID...
Transported.
"Why am I small again, lost again?"
The Door is Wide Open
There are ideas percolating just beneath the surface of my consciousness. They are not fully fleshed out but the juices are flowing and I feel "on the verge" of a breakout work. What is a 'breakout work' you ask? Well, I'm asking too, and I believe there is a new direction coming. ideas under construction... …
Forgetting the I
...icky sticky hugs and kisses that Hurt too much to feel...
I Miss What I Imagined I would Miss
...the room seems to awaken with her...golden rays fall...like the petals of an opening rose...
“INSIDE VOICE” a New Series of Works
"...look into this inner world and I promise I will use my "INSIDE VOICE".
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