the rambling of a artist, mother, wife, mema . and friend
I figure it about time I realistically told a it about myself, and this blog isn't to sell my art work , but if there is something you like .. we'll talk perhaps bargain trade or something...
I'm married in 1993.. to a man i'd been in love with since i was a teen ager... we had a son in 1978... we were un wed,, big no no in those days..lol we parted in 1980.... and i married someone else as did he... but in 1993 we met up again.. and with in 2 weeks we were married and picked right up where we left off..
we have 1 son and 3 beautiful grand daughter... and my daughter in law Heidi is a beautiful woman and fantastic mom...
I've always drawn since i was 3 years old... my first master piece was on my mothers freshly papered living room wall in my favorite color ... orange...
i drew on anything i could get a hold of as a kid... paper sacks .. paper plates... wood .. glass,,
freinds houses with murals on their walls... later in life i painted on the taverns windows for the holidays... i've sold several painting....
but where I live people are into country folk art so... i do a bit of that too.. painting on beaver boards saw blades shovel heads,, it's not a job to me nor have a ever really wanted it to be....
I'm the product of an alcoholic father, that continually would come in and scribble all over my art piece of that day and tell me artists are poor and crazy... not much support...
But My mother... so talented and she taught me to draw beautiful pin up girls,, i watched her give up her passion of art and decided right then and there,, NOT ME,
People have always loved my imagination and my taste in color.. the boldness theout going personality always shined through. Most my friends have my art.. in their homes.. and when this disease i have end stage renal failure decides it's time to take that last dance.. all i ask is they bring my art to the memorial... so people can see the real me.....
not the gal who drank played pool and spent many years as an addict... I want them to see the love, the pain, and the struggle in my art,.. then maybe just maybe they will smile and wish me a safe journey...
Theresa Sechrest (aka to some friends MISTRESS STAR*)
drums of trance
As the drums vibrations touch My ears, My body begins to sway.
Walking, with seductive movements, and rhythm in each step, the music once again has consumed My spirit.
The clicking of My heels, striking hard, seems to keep the beat with the drums, upon the eroded stones of the dungeon.
Wearing black latex fitted to My ample form intensives the heat running thru my body.My breath becomes rapid My hips gyrate as a warmth fills My breasts. heaving my nipples up thru the latex as the become hard and erect.
With assurance and confidence I raise my arms High above my head, hips swinging with a seductive tone.
My back slightly arched with heaving breasts perked high. Muscles taunt and tightly My legs stretched with firm calves with solid and muscular thighs define thru the cat suit. With slow sensual, calculated movements as I slowly run My fingers through my blonde locks and bountiful curls fall gently upon My shoulders.
A gentle breeze that blows thru the drafty halls send a swaying movement to the dungeons chains that hang upon the rafters singing there own song, with a clanging and a sweet chime. The lit torches glow upon the walls in different eerie shapes and soft flickers of light dance upon the stones like naked demons, as I inhale the musty smell of sweat and the fragrance of lilac that wafts in with the breeze.
With My whip in hand I raise it high above My head in a circular motion once around then twice half way through the circle a flip of the wrist as it’s loud crack echoes through these musty old dungeon halls,, looking into the eyes of the male slaves I smile as I see their bodies respond to the power of its call … come play with Star it beckons.. She is in need of your service.
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