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