graphic memoir

notta is turning into a graphic memoir. it’s really rough though. maybe too much train of thought?
i’m kinda just writing pages as i figure out who i am.
maybe i will get a bunch of pages done and then realize what i want to say & how to say it.
so read with an open mind & open heart & not too much of an editorial gaze.

i’m also working the art out. these pages are different from the original four i did (check them out over on my notta not-a-boy page) as my art process has changed since i did them.

also! i have totally re-thought out my novel, chasing ghosts, that i have been working on these past bajillion years. it’s morphing into a serial killer cannibalistic roadtrip romp…so that’s going to maybe motivate me to finish it.

what it is to be quixotic

ever since i realized i no longer identify as an invisible exhibitionist
i have wondered what else about me has changed
like
am i still quixotic?
a quick search reports quixotic as meaning: extremely idealistic; unrealistic and impractical. 
i always tell people it means “delusionally hopeful”
i even gave my fourth son
who came into my life by accident, not planning
the middle name “quixotic”
because i thought “serendipitous” would be too obvious
going through with a fourth pregnancy when dirt poor
in an abusive relationship
& struggling with motherhood,
felt hopeful in a delusional way….
& i guess unrealistic & impractical…
but is that bad? it sounds bad
maybe i should re-think my quixotic ways?
hmmm
i thought about changing the name of this website/blog to something less quixotic
but i am pretty sure
that even on my deathbed
i will be dreaming of ways to really fuck those windmills up….

more messages from the universe in process:

up top: “don quixote rides again” 8X8 mixed media on watercolor paper…$55

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.

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 🙂

feral

i have been enjoying doing ink on canvas. it is a different process. i have to think more about what i am doing. i guess i’m exercising a new part of my art brain.
this one was inspired by a journal page. i’m not exactly sure what is going on. i keep staring at it & trying to figure the story out.
my art is always always always about the story.
speaking of which. i have been doing some brainstorm doodling. i am on the verge of a new comic (that might be a mishmash of many other ideas from other stories playing in my head these past seven years.) right now it is percolating…& doodling….

up top: “veronica”
16×20 inking on canvas
$200 plus shipping

doodles

i am trying to stretch my brain
my abilities
i feel like there is more i can be doing
should be doing
with my art & writings….

as i doodled the above doodle (inspired by my 10 year old telling me that she saw one of the hills around us move), my two youngest watched & egged me on. it felt good. it made me wonder if maybe i should write & illustrate a children’s book…
at the very least, i want to be doing more comics.
and then there is the question of putting myself out there for other possibilities…facing my fears…self-promotion & all things scary….

show your work

every once in awhile i start fucking around with further developing/diversifying my style. i have been using an ink brush for quite awhile now, but recently i started practicing (again) the chinese/japanese style of using said brush. here are more pages devoted to that.

one of the many things i like about sumi-e is that white space is an important part of the work.

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