Uncommon Tribe, 12″x 12″ Mixed Media on Canvas©SusanTMartin2022 Available
Heart of the Sunrise 30″x 36″ Oil on Panel. © Susantmartin’23 Private Collection
Where I was Found is Where I Remain-A Scar on the Ground in the Land of Lost Names, 28″x 34″ Mixed Media on Canvas © Susantmartin’23 Available
Angry Birds 16″x 20″ Mixed Media on Canvas. Private Collection ©SusanTMartin2020
Winner INSIGHTS IV GRANT and added to Collection of The Ryan Licht Sang Bipolar Foundation, Featured on cover of Palm Beach Society Magazine, December 2023 Issue
This painting was done in response to a local call for black and white art. I was, once again, in a melancholy mood, but the piece has a positive lean: it depicts the certainty of resurrection from death. When all lovers will be reunited and paths of righteousness followed. (hence, all the bricks for the road to paradise, and flowers. And that angel dude in the middle is welcoming people back from the grave.
I painted this piece in response to being a survivor of sexual assault as a child, adolescent and woman. While I was never sexually assaulted by my own family, I used my Great Grandmother, Grandmother, Mother and myself as models in this painting. The girl child stands in front of the perpetrator, who reaches for her as the mother leaves the room in pretend ignorance of what will transpire. The other child sits dazed in front of the fireplace while my likeness gazes down from the painting over the mantel, a mute witness to the ongoing desolation.
The above painting was created during the Covid Pandemic, when a young couple became tragically famous when the young man, Brian Laundrie, murdered the lovely young woman, Gabby Petito. Ultimately, at the end of the day, he blew his brains out, alone in a Florida swamp after having strangled little Gabby a thousand miles and 19 days away in Utah.
The above piece is entitled “Dead Men Tell No Tales/ Tony’s Shuffle” It is a mixed media piece on board. I painted it during the Pandemic, still grieving for my Dad. I began with oil pastel, laying down color hard, the covering it and scratching thru in a sgraffito method. It just morphed from there. I especially like the girl in the foreground (me) cut in half by grief. It all has meaning, of course, the rabbit running from reality, the old woman(Mother) turning away in disgust, and Dad in his stocking feet, standing on a table, peering into a Tuba/Window that happens to be a giant Pirrahna. Alzheimers/Dementia is a bitch. I’m thinking this may not be the final version because the “Mer-Lady” behind him is actually stealing some playing cards out of Dad’s back pocket, while his time on this Earth ticks away. And Death in the form of a woman strides by, bones exposed, not slowing down for anyone, let alone my crazy old dad…
Please bear with me as my Portfolio is still under construction…I am researching my Media between Devices so it is slow going. Thank you for all your support!
Sincerely,
Susan Todd Martin
Out of the Gutter Art 
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