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Outrageous Bipolar Expressions

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I am an Artist, Poet and Author. I am so much more than this: I feel like a tiny seed that sprouted in a desert, and now has grown into a Passion Vine. My Art is my Voice, Screaming, Crying, Praying, Loving, Laughing, Healing- all in Riotous Color…

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  • Painting My Heart Out

    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 shows…

  • RESOLVING THE COMMISSION DILEMMA

    RESOLVING THE COMMISSION DILEMMA

    Stuck in the Barnyard “OLD McDONALD HAD A COMMISSION…Oh no, Oh no, Oh no……” So, I had a “Patron”, and I am envisioning a relationship similar to Michaelangelo had with The Pope.. Endless coffers, freedom of expression in my own magnificent style, expensive dining and and more and more projects to work on. What a…

  • It’s Just Me…

    It’s Just Me…

    “He bandaged my broken hands that had beaten down my own hopes…”

  • A Freewheeling Frenzy!

    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 was the night, today was the day, cleaning off my museum pieces with fine brushes, repairing and sprucing up…

  • HIGH Time

    HIGH Time

    “introducing SUTI’S Whimsies, Susan T. Martin’s Joyful, Buoyant Designs…

  • IN the DOGHOUSE

    IN the DOGHOUSE

    …there is a niggling worry, about the big C…CO I mean…VID…

  • Over the Humpty-Dump

    Over the Humpty-Dump

    Oh, the fun of a downward spiral…After a week or two of just mind blowing energy and creativity, comes the inevitable crash. This time it was about a week of doldrums, pain, negativity and actual physical illness, all of which I attribute to this illness called Bipolar Disorder. The worst part of a depressive episode,…

  • In My Room

    In My Room

    your home is your place to dream, to find peace and rest. A cocoon, a safe haven, an island in the storm… a place to create, to define, to highlight who you really are-in your own space. Welcome to mine… I always lived with others, my family, my husband, friends… I expressed my own style…