Tag: Work in Progress

  • A Power Play Please

    A Power Play Please

    Do something! Say something! Move a muscle, change a thought!

    All seems to be running smoothly-till it’s not, and it’s not; right now.

    How? Every thing seemed peachy-‘seemed’ being the operative word here. I seem like I’m young and beautiful-but is it truly the case? It ‘seems’ nice and comfortable outside-until you open the door and the 100°, 90% humidity slaps you around. Then it ‘seems’ like you are dying of heat stroke(which you may actually be if you don’t wise up and dash back inside).

    I have been on this couch for hours. Hours! I wake up, try to get up. Ponder it for a few dazed minutes. Then, with a sigh, I melt back into the blanket, squishing my head into the pillow, praying for alertness to magically reach in and yank me into an energized reality. It has yet to. Although, I must admit I did rise long enough to walk Kleo, feed the cats, her, and me. Then, drawn into the couch’s magnetic field I succumbed again.

    Someone may say, oh, you must need the sleep. Your body knows what it needs. No, I humbly disagree. My body knows how to seek a place to hibernate, sinking into the very fibers if this sofa till only my hands and feet will be left on the surface. Mute witnesses to the me that once was.

    I must fight this lesser nature, fill my mind with the memories of zestful living, long for that movement, yearn for that freedom, strain to break free!!

    When will living feel like less of an epic battle? Probably never. Does that mean I should give in, give up, throw in the proverbial towel? No! The opposite: FIGHT, SISTER!! THROW OFF THAT STRANGLING BLANKET! RISE UP AND FIGHT FOR ANOTHER DAY!

    Whew!! Ok! Ok, I will, I AM! I am motivated, I am engaged, I am leaping back into life!

    In…just…a…minute. Right now…yawn!…I think I’ll just stretch out for one second…just…one…sec…

  • IN the DOGHOUSE

    IN the DOGHOUSE

    BLOCKY the ROCK HOUND, work in progress, Concrete Block and Rocks©STM

    Sigh… I’ve been feeling crappy… Really Awful… SICK. It has caused a pause in my production of work. There is this niggling worry, of course, about the big C, CO I mean…VID. I don’t believe this is it, am hoping very strongly that this is not it. The headache is from a sinus infection that seems to always correspond to this changing season. So, I have been fighting, on this front, for about a week.

    I rely so much on my little Kleo as a huggable, furry sounding board , having recently experienced the grief of losing her uncle Kiko last month. She became violently ill yesterday, and had to be rushed to the astronomically expensive emergency vet. Five hundred plus dollars and a day later she is stabilized, but I’m not sure I am. The running total on all my credit cards is the highest I’ve ever had, and the gallery I use has been virtual for months. Sales are nil for now, so I feel pressured to create a masterpiece . But I keep falling asleep with my paintbrush for my hand, and abstract ain’t my bag at the moment. Perhaps it should be. I could, in my stupor, lay a blank canvas on the floor by my couch and hold an open paint jar over it while I doze. Perhaps some nice swirly “pour”will result…( This is a JOKE. )

    The day before my illness I painted a new canvas, and I feel very pleased with it, even though my freehand jug is rather “interesting”. I do have more works in progress , soon to come to fruition as Kleo Pup and I mend. Yay. I mean, “YAY!!”

  • Water Flowing thru My Art Life

    Water Flowing thru My Art Life

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    "Fish of a Different Feather" by Susan T. Martin
    one fish two fish red fish blue fish

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    Fish of a Different Feather

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    Reaching Out, acrylic on canvas, Work in Progress, Susan T. Martin 2017

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    The Passage

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    Reaching Out, Acrylic on Canvas, Beginning Stages, Susan T. Martin 2017

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    River in Red

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    Portals to Peace ( The Legacy of Lunacy ) by Susan T. Martin2016

    Water…Healing. Soothing. Cleansing. Renewing. Refreshing. Constant. Relaxing

    Tempestuous. Raging. Running. Crashing. Tumultuous. Freeing.

    It Gives Life, It Takes Life. It’s Waves Hold the Secrets of a Million Years.

    Voyages Undertaken, Trips Made, Sailing into the Unknown, New Lives Across

    Rolling Seas.

    Ever Present, Ever Changing the Landscapes of Our Lives.

    Flowing Over the Ragged Edges So We Can Make Land Safely.

    Crashing Over Our Bow to Sink Us on Reefs of Folly.

    Water.

    Water.

    Everywhere.

    S. T. M. 2020