written in the stars…

my horoscope says y’all should check out my art & writings.
contact me (quixoticmama@gmail.com) for an autographed copy of this or any of my books
& artwork.

left: “the night began like any other” 6X6 mixed media on watercolor paper…$35
middle: “ships in the night” 8X8 mixed media on watercolor paper…$55
right: “float on” 9X12 mixed media on watercolor paper…$75

“story prompts”

is what i think i should call this latest series of inkstain scry work…
i like the idea of my pictures being worth a thousand words. can you think of a story to go with one of them? if i sit with it a little bit, i am sure i could.
a little fodder to get the brain moving, i guess.

before…
& after:

coming soon:

up top: “my magic monday” 9X12…$75

see what i can see

my scrying in inkstains to make art is like reading the tea leaves of the universe.
but that’s how i do things, i’m always trying to find the hidden messages.
maybe it will make sense.
maybe it won’t, but at least there will be a story to tell.

ask not….

so i was doing my tarot cards on new year’s eve, wondering about success in the new year, & got a terrible awful no-good really bad reading.
& cried.
i am not one to do new year’s resolutions because i believe in changing every day–not just pledging to change once a year, but i have been doing “vision boards” the past several years, putting out to the universe what i would really like it to do for me, thank you very much….
but!
this year
i am saying to myself, “ask not what the universe can do for me, but what i can do for the universe.”

that being said, i am trying to figure out how to set it up so that 10% of what i earn with my art & writings is donated to the organization 350.
i have to iron out the details. i am guessing that i will be donating what i earn vs. what the sale of my art & writings is? i wish i could afford to donate the gross, but i only earn so much of what my art & writings sell for (unless they sell directly through me), so i am thinking i will be donating 10% of my own earnings after all the costs to my publisher, market place, etc are taken out?

starting….now!

so buy my art or buy one of my books & help save the world!
happy 2023!

happy new year part 2

okay.
2022 wasn’t all bad
i did make leaps & bounds
in my personal healing
as well as
exploring and improving my art
& i have accepted
that i sometimes am a kickass mom
& mostly a beautiful person
while still enjoying my demons
& monsters
so!
here are some raccoons for your new year 🙂

happy new year!

surviving 2022
a broken knee
a broken heart
and a pile of rejections
from potential employers, past lovers, & literary agents
the year finally ending
in a car crash on an icy road
so much of my year spent
basically
trapped (literally & figuratively)
&
alone (mostly emotionally)
fuck me
i hope 2023
is kinder.

“two if by sea” mixed media on 9X12 watercolor paper…$75

new art

i have been playing with finding an image in an ink stain & finding the story in it.

all the way up top: “hello old friend” ink& pencil & oil pastels & acrylics on watercolor paper…9X12…$75

just above: “down the hall” ink & pencil & oil pastels on watercolor paper…9X12…$75

over the river & through the woods

to candice, thanksgiving had become a torturous holiday of infighting, smoke filled rooms, droning televisions, & overcast skies inside & out.
food the color of the carpeting in her maternal grandmother’s sad apartment.
uncomfortable silences and meals that sat heavy long after thankfulness was forgotten.
all her boyfriends took it personally that she would not follow them on their annual treks to the houses of relatives who would make jokes at someone else’s expense causing candice to flinch from her invisible corner as some of the barbs (i’m just joking! can’t you take a joke?) hit a little too close to home.
candice dreamed of a day that the third week of november would blend seamlessly into the rest of late fall, no longer poking at the scars of her so-far survival.

so i have some thanksgiving baggage. i stopped going to my family thanksgivings as soon as i was able. i stopped eating turkey. i sought out thanksgivings full of music & non-traditional dishes with people who were also orphans of society.
one year, boycotting my first (& estranged) husband’s beige & dry family thanksgiving, i went out to a bar & asked everyone what they were doing for the holiday until i found a cutie who was going to a get-together of friends (hosted by a local chef.) i tagged in on his thanksgiving. the rest of that thanksgiving is a story for another day….
anyhoo
i like cooking (this year i tried to make potstickers for the first time) and i like drinking and i like hanging out with friends…but i still dread the holiday each year with flashbacks to a colorless palate of foods & people who were only spending time together out of obligation.
one day i hope i have banished all feelings of suffocation this holiday brings to me.

a fairy tale life

i am searching
for a way
to tell a story with my art
as the true story of me
unwinds in my heart
& head
retold
with a new voice
i try to find
the best path
forward

my process for this one (& for “escape”) is to stain a piece of watercolor paper, find an image in the stain, and bring that image/story to life with pencils, oil pastels, ink, & acrylics.
i like what is happening.
& it is kind of a blend of techniques i have used as well as new approaches to art.
maybe i should throw in some collage?
i guess as i figure out who i am…i figure out how to express what i need to express.

9X12 ink, oil pastel, pencil & acrylic on watercolor paper…suggested price of $75

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