…from a year ago… I have been crying again. here, there everywhere. Are these tears sure indicators of a heart? if indeed they are, is it a good one? A kind one? A redeemable one? Who knows the answer, but my God. I used to think I knew who I was, I thought of myselfContinueContinue reading “A Message to Myself”
Category Archives: Flashbacks
Dead Tired
Oh Joyful heart, where are you today? From so much light I now feel only pain. Where did my optimism run away to hide, Why now this dread that cannot be denied? She thought she had come away unscathed, from the turmoil, the abuse …and rage. But disease was just below the surface all along,ContinueContinue reading “Dead Tired”
Faces I see, Dreams of Me
Painting My Heart Out
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 showsContinueContinue reading “Painting My Heart Out”
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 thatContinueContinue reading “The Hurrier I Go…”
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 meContinueContinue reading “IN the Mirror”
Birds of Paradise
“…running to the window, still asleep, she fell thru the glass with a crash…”
Eating Art
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 paintedContinueContinue reading “Eating Art”
Out of the Gutter Art 