The Dawn Fine Art Scraffito by S.T.Martin
THE DAWN
The Dawn Fine Art Scraffito by S.T.Martin
OUT OF THE GUTTER ART
The Dawn Fine Art Scraffito by S.T.Martin
Woo Hoo ! I am an artist WHIRLWIND again! Hang on, cause art is flowing out of me in a torrent, and I need more hands. I am happy to be out of "funk town" for a while! I entered six shows in the past month and now have 5 paintings accepted into these shows …
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 …
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 …
...inside myself I am whole, where I am not broken...
"... can you see me going mad in here?..."
...the room seems to awaken with her...golden rays fall...like the petals of an opening rose...
"...look into this inner world and I promise I will use my "INSIDE VOICE".
. This project was a couple years in the making for me, and was born from the bottomless grief I was dealing with then. As caregiver to both of my parents after a 23 year-long active addiction, and after a devestating breakup of my marriage when my ex went to Federal Prison, I was …
...crack a smile or frown a frown...about the wonderful gift of creativity!
I must push myself to new heights. I want to. I am still th
...this post is winding itself around my consciousness like my fairy python-mother...
"Emotional Stuckness, thats a common ailment..."
Sleep has been a constant goal for me since I put down drugs and copious amounts of alcohol. Yet it has been the most evasive and endangered of species, teasing me with scattered glimpses of it's eternal beauty. Oh, how I have longed for it's soothing embrace, and so have everyone I have contact with; …
At times the Artist feels so exposed...so unlike the rest...so isolated from the rest of humankind... She express this as ,"Feeling like I am painted Green".
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