Susan Marie Shultz is a contemporary artist based in California, USA. Her journey in the world of art is marked by a deep connection to the American way of life and a passionate commitment to social justice. Through her unique blend of abstract painting, photography, and digital art, she brings forth a profound exploration of the concepts of independence and displacement, using her creative talents to shed light on pressing societal issues.
One of her primary artistic mediums is abstract painting. Her canvas becomes a playground of colors and shapes, each stroke a reflection of her inner world and her interpretation of the external environment. Her paintings are bold and dynamic, representing the freedom and diversity that she finds so inspiring in American culture.
In addition to her abstract paintings, Susan also delves into the world of photography. Her lens captures poignant moments and thought-provoking scenes, often focusing on the theme of displacement and the struggle for civil rights, particularly in the context of fair housing. Through her photography, she brings attention to the challenges faced by the homeless and marginalized, emphasizing the need for social justice and equality.
Susan's digital art is yet another dimension of her creativity. Her digital creations are infused with a profound sense of independence, symbolizing the idea that one can either dig their own well or their own grave - a powerful metaphor for the choices we make in life. Her digital pieces invite viewers to contemplate the paths they choose and the consequences of their actions, encouraging a deeper reflection on the concept of personal freedom.
Women who are caught in the middle of feuds of men are blamed for the aftermath, deprived of property and inheritance rights, and denied protection of the law. Their struggle for independence deems them unfit for society because how else can men and humanitarians stay in control?
Cut out services and assistance. Your protection is too much for humanity to bear. Your protection is killing us.
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I take care of my own shit. Literally, I go in nature, where shit is supposed to go.
I will not spend my life cleaning up other people's shit. That is not my job. That is not what being an American means. It's the opposite.
How did we get here?
By asking for too much. By lack of leadership. By giving in to the people's demands instead of leading by example.
And soon before you know it, your rights are gone. They have been sold in exchange for assistance.
I do not need help, protection or assistance. With rights, I can help myself.
Do not deprive my legal capacity to enforce need so that some prick can get off by feeding me snacks and spiritual rape. No, I will not get on my knees. No, I will not clean up your shit.
The BLM takes the wild horses from the California desert and puts them in enclosures. The horses are well-fed and seem ok. But it gets hot in the summer without shade. In the wild, they would run north to water sources and cooler temperature. They would help stampede the ground and keep the Owens valley dust from blowing arsenic everywhere. The BLM says they do it because of drought. If something happens to humans the horses will die. No one thinks about that kind of stuff. I do. Vigilante justice is not necessarily good either. Who knows? Maybe those bitches like the security. It's funny to me because the law left me outside without a paddle. Humans are the danger. When will we realize this?
Have you seen America?
That bitch I once called country?
All I see is rich men's need to starve so he can feed and call it love.
Poor America.
If you only knew
How much I miss you,
That rugged hand of no man's land
We used to call it freedom.
My headboard.
HUD says displacement only happens to special protected groups. So I guess that means I became a homeless criminal overnight. 🏴☠️
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