Closin' Up Shop

Social media, blogs, websites, tweets...ugn! I'm having a hard time managing it all. Therefore, I've decided to consolidate a bit. My website is now a blog which will replace this one. I am also maintaining a Facebook page to compliment my blog, as well as a Twitter page. I think that's enough!

So, I am going to attempt to archive most of the posts on this site and create some image galleries containing the artwork ("Fresh Produce", for example) from them.

Thanks to all two of you who visited this blog regularly and I'll see you on my website, FB, or Twitter!

Hanged but Hanging on

Refusing to Give Up

Quote

My current life/artistic circumstances have reminded me of a favorite Julia Cameron quote:

"Leap and the net will appear."

Too Much Time Inside a Tortured Mind

Suzanimation Gets an Update!

The Suzanimation logo, new-and-improved…I wanted something that better represents my artistic style and sensibilities, the way I work and think artistically, as well as my sense of humor. This variation on the original design contains elements typically found in my sketchbook while doodling…strange mouths and teeth, organic swirls and flowing shapes. I believe the design has more movement, as well, which better represents the “animation” part of Suzanimation. The hatchling is mostly the same but expresses even more bewilderment (especially with a worm-like letter “S” so close, making the birdie possible prey rather than the other way around?) So, the birdie…hatching, birth, entering into this new world of creativity and promise but a world that’s also crazy (NUTS!) and scary…“What the heck do I do NOW?” she might be thinking.

An updated Suzanimation website will follow, stay tuned…

Prison: Physical or Emotional?

I didn't say former president, I said PRESIDENT

Goddess Returns to Sea

She's powerful and beautiful but...she STANKS!

America, they dumb. They bomb wrong palace.

Breaking Down The Prisoner

Wailing Sea Goddess

Aging in the Agony

Battered, The Prisoner Holds On

A Few Days Later, The Prisoner is Weakening

PB Sunrise

Grape Tomato Juiced

Breakfast at the PB Cafe

And Another Freestyle

So tired but wired

to a circuit of thoughts

cerebral knots

electric signals

the soul mingles

with demons in the dark

Stripping bark


off the oak


creatures underneath


flesh in their teeth


But that oak growing there


you don't care
 –

Chop it down
!

roots in-ground


Find something lost


in all your thoughts


long ago, past lives


The soul arrives...


an ocean and sky


your hands parting curtains


cutting clouds and spooning blue


your soul once knew


mysteries and histories


Like atoms spinning


thoughts around a sphere


hoping you're near it

but you can't clear it


The Mind - clear your mind!

Freestyle

I wrote this the other night just before sleep. Put pen to paper and said "go". No stopping, no editing just freestyle rhyming. I did not edit this at all, however I removed some of the re-tahded pahts. Here it is...

The poison on my lips

arrow tips

to my core

piercing so fierce

releasing pressure

balloon pop

the rock drops

bottom of the lake

in its wake

forsake

your only shake

at freedom –

soul liberation

temptation, migration

from yourself, the truth

the sleuth

in the basement

looking to find

something – what?

A feeling in your gut?

It’s all the same

heard it before

locking the door

on yourself

Soul bereft

chink in the cleft

of your chin

nobody wins

Just imagine

a life above

floating with love

no conflict

no guilt no pain

that common refrain

but you do it all again

Tell me when

Will you face it

take it

suck it up

turn your cup

over, let it drain

suck the wound

like that ‘coon

in the woods

in the ‘hood

tipping the barrel

for scraps but a sack

in the road

had the code

to sumthin’ bigger

would you figure

into this narrative

so curative

You had the keys

and only these

words in your mind

could soothe the blind

man livin’ in your head

but instead of leading

he’s the led

already fed

on lies and deceit

what a feat to defeat

those demons in your street

Hold on – yes

Redress

the wounds

it’s coming soon

in the sky, the stars

reaching too far

laughing now

at those words

if you coulda heard

this guy last night

got in a fight

ran like a jerk

while we were at work

son-bitch

shortened to say

I’m gonna sway

from the norm right now

I don’t know how

these words pop

into my head Grateful Dead

led a nation a generation

adventures in drugs?

Music? What?

Belly-up

to this bar

not too far

Just wanna be

a star without a scar

or a frown ever

your life is better

to take this endeavor

of the mind

time unwinds

who knows what’s next

I regret

I can’t send

the love that would mend

Black Bird

You turned the corner
And I flipped my mood.
I inhaled hard and fast
but you don’t know
what you did to me.

I couldn’t help but study you
Broken, confused
You limped and sort-of hopped
But you should be flying...FLY!
I want you to fly
and I also need to cry.

You’re stumbling as if drunk
or a lost homeless man
carrying his burden of despair
and you don’t even see me,
right there
or DO you?
Meandering left and right
No direction in mind
looking over your shoulder
and seeing nothing ahead
on this early morning sidewalk

The light turned green…
I’m pulling away so slowly
But I want to stay with you
Broken black bird.
I’m so frustrated
that I must drive away
I “can’t” attend to you
like I would a wounded human
You’re “just” a small thing
And I have to get to work.

You’re broken wing
Its’ hanging like a shingle
on an old gray house
Abandoned, condemned
The wind could blow it away
When it used to carry you on the wind
It’s your burden now
a limp flap-less wing
how much does it hurt?
Roughed-up and disheveled
like a suitcase man-handled
by careless baggage handlers.

I feel the pain of your injury
because I know it’s mortal.
You’ll wander and stumble
until your last bit of energy flees
Maybe, I hope, find a nice tree
to rest under and wait
all you can do is wait…

I hope hope hope
You won’t turn-off the sidewalk
into the street.
You don’t know why
but you’ll do it
and swiftly get crushed
by another commuter
oblivious and self-centered like me
racing to punch a fucking time clock
killing both you and the life within.

I’ll use a different route home today
Because I fear I’ll find you here
But we won’t be able to talk
like I want to talk to you now.
Goodbye fellow soul traveler
I hope I will get out of my car to speak
next time…

Untitled

It’s not yet midnight.

I can smell the salty tide

And hear the change it brings

to my broken wings

even though it stings

when I face the other side

and the hurt inside.

Yet I know what resides

is the might and the right

to move on…

So let’s get on

with this fight

and this plight.

I’ve had enough

don’t say its rough

when you’ve only looked

read things in books

but your heart is away

and mine is astray

All the while we betray

our true selves

to this day.

Hold on

then…

There must be an answer

Why do we pander

to the needs and wants

of the spiritually gaunt

while we meander

through the haunts

of things that happened…

when?

(Sorry for this one...ick)

Cal Coming and Mass Going

I'm rockin' the streets of San Diego with my identity-crised vehicle. Put the new Cal plate on front but the back plate's bolts are so rusted and corroded from years of New England winters that I couldn't get the thing off. So, I'm sportin' Cali a -comin' and Mass a-goin'. Guh-huh! Sure am makin' a splash here in SoCal.

Mural Progress

Focusing on this corner so I can move my bed back!

Mural Progress

Painting progress, a couple of days worth...