Category Archives: Expressionsim

Room Divider Art Display and My Own Infomercial

So you have a room divider meant for family photos but you’d rather do something artsy with it, try filling the spaces with original art. In my room divider I’ve added such original works as the encaustic mixed media painting called “Fall Tree“. Beautiful blues are displayed acrylic painting in “Abstract Waves“. I’ve also showcased original watercolor paintings such as”Rich” and “Hush Be Still“.

Living room 2017

Can you spot “Bruised Reed II” or the painting “She Flows”?

Room Divider Art Display

Room Divider Art Display

I’ve fallen in love with “Blue Wonder” and “Altered #7” so I framed them until they find a permanent place to live. Also on the wall is “Landfall II” , “Purple Tree” and my favorite painting of all time, “Little White Dress.” Little White Dress is digital art created forever ago with my computer mouse.

The below gallery shows a few paintings up close. In a different entry I’ll discuss and show better images of the painting “Nesting Place,” a beautiful orange, gold and turquoise painting of birds and flowers. You can spot it here on top of “Nesting Place II”  Continue reading

Dates to Remember

  1. Mary Jane has her dental appointment Tuesday March 7th at 7:30 am.
  2. The Fang Fund 5% sale is still in effect until February 28th. Use FangFund16 at Etsy check out or request a PayPal invoice.
  3. March 3rd is the Crazy Sundrip sale giving 45% off one item on the majority of the items in my shop. This is a one day only super liquidation to say thank you to all of you who helped Mary Jane get on the road to feeling better. The coupon is only good March 3rd, 2017 MaryJane16 is the coupon code to use.

Faith

Where is your daughter?

She: Where’s your daughter?
She, too: She’s right here.
She: No, I meant the pretty one.

The Pretty One - on the easel .
Oil stick on 98lb art paper, on the easel.

The Pretty One, Too - on the easel.
Ink on 98lb artists paper – on the easel.

Mind Maze - available

My Etsy shop has been updated with the watercolor and ink two page spread called “Mind Maze”.

Faith

Can I grow like this? Are my roots deep enough?

Subject: PTSD from chronic illness, suicide comments, shame, on the upturn, not feeling positive

P17fieldfma - on the easel I wonder if it’s possible for a patient to have PTSD after going through several physical pain experiences? This chronic illness torture makes me want to slice myself from navel to nose and and climb right out of your skin because my mind just can’t take another second of the current pain.

I fear it. I fear the next flare up. I want to say that while on the up turn from this flare that I’ll take advantage of each day I have where my pain is baseline, but I don’t feel all gung-ho, lets get back to life, jump in the deep end. I’m not going to jump up and down and proclaim, “I’m happy to be alive!” Excuse me if I don’t celebrate surviving that. I could use some nachos but I’ll skip the party. I do feel refreshed after such good sleep since Tuesday evening. I feel a lot better but………. sigh………..I’m shell shocked……and I’m angry.

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Encaustic Rise – A Heart of Fire

Encaustic Rise - Available

Earlier in the day I said, “I have no reason to be awake.” Let me correct that please, and introduce what was done with the anger instead of internalizing it.

A reason to be irritated was that, after turning my phone to do not disturb, I still got a call from Dr. Yes who wants me to come in. I can’t block his number or anyone close in my care team but I blocked most people. Sooo, tomorrow at 1 pm I need to go in. I’m like, what could he want? I though to myself, Faith, you can control the way this appointment goes by the way you speak and respond to him. You can go in there with an attitude or you can go in there with concern and desire to sit down and talk about things. I have that choice..After a short pep talk I painted. I was mad, good and mad. I don’t want to see him but I also didn’t want to lay in bed, facing the wall burning up inside.

The process - Sundrip StudioThis painting was calming for me. It’s also another painting done in one day. I love wax art.

In addition to this piece I was able to scan 19 art pieces that will soon be in the Etsy shop.

It’s funny because, when I was working I kept losing my pen. The first time I got irritated by it I was reminded of our desire to not badger ourselves. It’s a pen. I mean, look at my desk, that pen could be anywhere!!! I eventually found the pen then lost it again but I didn’t abuse myself, didn’t talk down to myself for losing that dang on pen, or the cat !!

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Escape My Skin. Art. Suicide

*** Disclaimer below

Escape My Skin.
7×10 art journal. Escape my skin, oil stick and ink
I often feel defeated. I run from head, I run from my skin, always in fight or flight.

Dove
Dove – pencil on paper, sketch 7×10

I will smile. I may crack a joke but behind these eyes is a woman who is so tired that she just wants to put the covers over her head and cease to exist. Please, I don’t want to do this anymore, let me go. I don’t want to laugh with you anymore and I don’t want to rise to the occasion anymore.

You're just like her
Just Like Her – 7 x 10, art journal

February 14th is his birthday, him, that boy who dared to take his own life and tear out the hearts of others. January 28th, I’m a hypocrite. There is no plan, no action I’m going to take it’s just that it’s heavy on my heart and I’m tired.

*** This is not an entry saying I’m going to kill myself. I know this subject is uncomfortable and it’s scary but I will not manipulate nor will I ever write an entry saying I’m going to kill myself. I want to be very clear that I’m talking about feelings, not actions or a plan. Like I did before, I will walk in the hospital if I feel I am not able to remain ‘safe’ with my support system. Like every other subject, I am expressing and processing in a raw, unedited way.  Journal entry titles will give a good idea of major topics discussed.

Today’s agenda – Morning meds and more sleep.

Jordan

Escape My Skin. Art. Suicide. Rage

Tired Eyes. Cold Inside. Not everything has gone as planned. Things changed very quickly with accusations flying when I requested 30 pain pills to last 90 days.

Let me start from the beginning. I saw Dr. Yes Wednesday evening. He wanted me to see a pain specialist. I said okay. I called the people Friday morning to talk about an appointment. When she started talking about therapy and injections and another MRI with this and that test I stopped her. I explained that I’ve been through all that many times with no real results. I said what I really need is a doctor who understands that there are going to be flares I need help getting out of. I said, the steroids, though horrible, do help me but there are also times when my pain level is getting out of control and I need to take the edge off. I said, that’s why I’m requesting a script of 30 Vicodin every 90 days. Talking to Dr. Yes’s office Friday morning took a nasty turn from there.

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She Brings Home the Light

She Brings Home the Light - availableShe’s long. Her body and imagination stretch far, farther than anyone expected. Flowers bloom around her in every known species. Flourishing are the petals of delicate purple flowers, blooms of soft blue, golden sun yellow and soothing buttercup. She is wrapped in the color of the rainbow and holds in her hand a shining star, a beaming star whose light she keeps in her heart.

A Little History
“She Brings Home the Light” started with a simple swirl in the middle of sanded Burch wood panel. I knew I wanted a young woman to be in the middle of growth, for her to be held by but I struggled to translate the idea on canvas. I put her up and took her down more times than I can count.

I knew I was getting closer to what I wanted but there was still something missing, so on the shelf she stayed. At one point I decided I should hang her up so as to see her daily and toss around ideas of how to accurately translate the image in my head.She Brings Home the Light - available

I refused to stray from the original vision.

As time went on, by time I mean years, I added a stroke here, removed a stroke there. Ah, then the end of 2016 came and the drive to finish her grew strong. After years of strokes, dots, dabs and flower petals I knew I accurately placed the image in my head onto the panel that patiently waited to be called ‘finished’. I present to you a SUNDRIP – Art for Life original called “She Brings Home the Light.”

Art Title: “She Brings Home the Light”
Art by: Faith Magdalene Austin
Media: Acrylic, ink on Burch board
Size: 11.3.5 x 7.5
Finish: Hand sealed, signed on front and back,
Style: Whimsical, African American Art

Original art can be purchased through PayPal or by visiting my Etsy shop. Please see the link on the sidebar for contact information and for the Etsy link. Have questions, don’t hesitate to ask.

Thanks you for visiting Sundrip,
Faith

The Disconnect

Folly - Available . Smirk - available   .

.Young Joker - Available    .Holding Out for More - Available  .

Sometimes Dr. D looks at my work and says, “This is disturbing”.
So I say, “Thank you.”

I’m more intrigued than disturbed. I notice all the commotion in each piece. Even though people The eye from "Smirk"are crammed together they’re not connected, they’re having their own experience….and so it goes with Dissociative Identity Disorder. Each has his own view of what’s going on. Some are more in touch with ‘reality’ than others, but all feel disconnected, separate.

I feel like when I walk outside people can see I’m trying to keep myself in the here and now. I think they can see on my face that I’m fractured

At times it feels as though there’s a swoosh of air that passes over my head, forcing it to bow. I hold it in my hands and rock. The more i rock the further away I get from the here and now, but part of it feels good, to just hide my face and rock back and forth. I close my eyes, block everyone out and rock. I can’t stay that way too long…..

Jordan