The guilt, the responsibility was mine…
Category Archives: grief
Orange Baby
CHAPTER 4 THE SAGA CONTINUES Morning Mindmeld c.SUSANTMARTIN2022 (sold) I got off track in the last chapter… Too many offshoots and alleyways. Let’s move along a few years to 2020…Pandemic lock down, I’m working on Zoom with some friends. Suddenly, Donna breaks in with a plea, ” Would anyone like a Maine CoonContinueContinue reading “Orange Baby”
Faces I see, Dreams of Me
I Miss My Friend Tonight
“so I love you So…”
The Days of Trouble Begin
“…I will carry the Hurt. But it will NOT defeat me…)
What You Made Me Feel (Blue-Eyed Johnny)
“I am just a memory, dead in the dust, gone like the wisp of smoke that curled from the tip of the gun that killed 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…”
