Out of the Gutter Art
Outrageous Bipolar Expressions
Category: Recovery, Healing
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‘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…
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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…
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“He bandaged my broken hands that had beaten down my own hopes…”
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“…I was a rebel…not knowing thousands of feet had gone down that same road days…months…centuries before…”
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Who Was I Then? Am I Now? Who Will I Become? I know that we change, it is a natural thing. I’m not hung up on the aging process… the CREATIVE PROCESS is where my interest lies. My creative life ebbs and flows like the ocean, like my moods, like my illness… Must I always…
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“introducing SUTI’S Whimsies, Susan T. Martin’s Joyful, Buoyant Designs…
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…Random Words, Targeted Pain….Red, Yellow, Green and Brown Pain…White Pain…My Pain…
Out of the Gutter Art 