super-fine art sale

help me get back on my feet 🙂
i am appealing to anyone who has any interest in my art.
below are some sale items, there is also stuff over on my “love for sale” page
& i am always happy to do commissions or something based off on of my journal pages, etc.

9X12 for $30
8×10 for $25
plus $2.50 for shipping within the U.S.

email me at quixoticmama@gmail.com with serious offers. be advised, until my knee heals (approximately september 6th), i am only able to check my email like once a week so shipping will be a little slow. once i have confirmed availability, you can send the money via paypal or check/cash.

thank you for your support!

super-fine art sale

help me get back on my feet 🙂
i am appealing to anyone who has any interest in my art.
below are some sale items, there is also stuff over on my “love for sale” page
& i am always happy to do commissions or something based off on of my journal pages, etc.

9X12 for $30
8×10 for $25
plus $2.50 for shipping within the U.S.

email me at quixoticmama@gmail.com with serious offers. be advised, until my knee heals (approximately september 6th), i am only able to check my email like once a week so shipping will be a little slow. once i have confirmed availability, you can send the money via paypal or check/cash.

thank you for your support!

so much anger in this one

i have a touch of the rabies.
my brain feels like it’s on fire.
i tend to absorb energy…something about being an empath…and i had a crazy distant relative show up on my doorstep with all her stuff, inviting herself to move in and tell me everything wrong with my life and me.
her energy was so fucking fucked up. i felt myself turning into her.
by the end of her surprisingly short visit, as she was escorted off of my property by the sheriff, i was terrified.
i hate being scared. i hate it. but i was having flashbacks to other times in my life where i have felt trapped by unpredictable and angry angry nasty people. you know, like last christmas.
i went into survival mode. repeating to myself, “do not engage. do not engage.” laying low and wishing i had a panic room and wondering how i let this person just walk through our front door and threaten my children.
how did that happen?

i don’t know if she triggered something…or if it is hormonal…or if i am just perpetually broken, but now i am spinning out feeling like an awful mom and just wanting to disappear.

so this is a doodle as i was trying to figure out how to draw my children in a journal page i am working on.
yes…children as pygmy demons.
my four year old hates me. seriously. maybe i will work on a journal page about that as well. but he does. he tells me daily. as well as telling me he wishes i was dead.
so, yay mom-time.
meanwhile, i might just have another beer and stare at the wall and practice my skill of vanishing into my own brain.

ps. i was working on this outside to spend time with my therapy goats…so there are some muddy (at least i hope it’s mud) footprints on my journal page.

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