A messy studio is art work on it’s own. I believe that and so does the Messy Art Studio group I joined on Facebook. I’m working with a 9 x 10 space, which is half of my bedroom. I can’t complain about the size of my room! It works well for…
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A Quiet Day and The Need to Be Needed
Today is a quiet kind of day. I’m a tad bit on the depressed side. I think the poem is heavier in truth than anticipated. I just starting typing and stopped when I was done. Monday will be here quickly and it’ll be time for therapy again. I’m physically tired with very swollen…
Inspiration for the painting ‘Father and Child’
The inspiration came from a photo of me with a kitten called Grace. We napped on the sofa together and a friend took a photo. That photo inspired the painting Father and Child. Sometimes art isn’t all that deep. It doesn’t come from a secret hurt or a wound without…
The Invisible Life
Masked, vulnerability, strength, endurance, determination, ambiguity, helpless, small, insignificant, rock hard, aggressive, assertive, grief, please see me, invisible, property, youth, old soul, wise soul, lava of the mind, focus. Faith
Sundrip Moves Forward with New Galleries
Since the integration of The People Behind My Eyes with my artwork, I’ve continued trying to make improvements. I’ve attempted to simplify where possible, clean up links and rearrange galleries. Several galleries have been renamed and reworked, one gallery was deleted and 4 added. I’ve updated the primary About page and…
It’s All Black and White
For a girl who uses a lot of color, I’ve discovered quite a few art pieces that are in black and white. Many are casual sketches created while listening to music. This is certainly the case with the three drawing series called Strings. I like these abstracts because you can…
I draw trees
A simple black and white tree with branches that reach wide, up and out open to color or satisfied with where he is at this stage of being. A simple black and white tree ever growing, keeping his arms open to freedom and possibilities. Will it bloom pink flowers or…
Living With Multiple Personality Disorder
I’m old school, diagnosed in 1992 so I still call it MPD as well as Dissociative Identity Disorder. What ever you wish to call it one thing remains true – I’m not alone in my head. The reason I’m writing today is because I visited a young woman who reminded…