OUT OF THE GUTTER ART
I started out whiney today...but I was readjusted... It's so easy to forget how far I have come in my Art journey. I wish I could say that I remember to count my blessings everyday, but today, for most of the morning, I was not grateful at all. The things that were inflringing on my …
...the room seems to awaken with her...golden rays fall...like the petals of an opening rose...
"...look into this inner world and I promise I will use my "INSIDE VOICE".
...see what this work has gone thru on it's journey to fruition...
. This project was a couple years in the making for me, and was born from the bottomless grief I was dealing with then. As caregiver to both of my parents after a 23 year-long active addiction, and after a devestating breakup of my marriage when my ex went to Federal Prison, I was …
I must push myself to new heights. I want to. I am still th
...this post is winding itself around my consciousness like my fairy python-mother...
Shall I call it "UNBAGGING"? I told you that you would never guess my source photo, in the last post's images. Well here it is: . Here's the deal: I was ready to take Kleo for her daily walk, mask on, prepared to face the outside world. I had just finished watching (another) horrible newscast …
I don't know about you , but I'll starting to feel it...It's like a weak electric current close to the floor , strengthening as each day passes... More awful news, more isolation and "distancing"-the current gets a little stronger moving to the top of my legs now. I'm getting antsy, and even though I have …
Sleep has been a constant goal for me since I put down drugs and copious amounts of alcohol. Yet it has been the most evasive and endangered of species, teasing me with scattered glimpses of it's eternal beauty. Oh, how I have longed for it's soothing embrace, and so have everyone I have contact with; …
I have been languishing here, letting myself fall off the edge of sanity for a while. Is it physical?emotional?spiritual? No, not spiritual, for I feel close to my Creator. I just feel diminished, somehow, like my life's blood has been watered down. Perhaps when the rainy season ends I will blossom again. Till then, my …
I love to paint old furniture. Old, unloved, forlorn furniture. Abandoned. While my efforts are earnest, I don't adhere to and "discipline", such as Tole painting. I love the results of timeless beauty where this discipline is used. But there is something of a rebel in me, an impatient, free-wheeling force to be reckoned with. …
Depicting my own image has been a starting point my work from the beginning. As a child my drawings were always of female faces, although I never consciously realized these were reflections of me. Even then, in my earliest work, the duality of my nature is blatantly apparent. . The faces I drew were always …
At times the Artist feels so exposed...so unlike the rest...so isolated from the rest of humankind... She express this as ,"Feeling like I am painted Green".
It has been an enormously trying year and one half, year and 8 months , actually. I have grown SO much since I have lived here in St. Petersburg, I have learned to believe in myself, and in my ability to survive. As An ARTIST. In my own right, I have put in the footwork, stretched …
SUSAN TODD MARTIN 
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