teeth & gums & nakedness nothing new a series of dreams that never come true but can i really say i never get what i want when wants change & needs are undecipherable? needs i would like to get what i need teeth & gums & nakedness men following men through my room moonlight sunlight lamplight condom wrappers & nothing fulfilled but i got what i wanted for 30 seconds teeth & gums & nakedness
yes. my name is “mary jo” & yes. i was a pretty promiscuous 24 year old once. this is my favorite poem that i have ever written. it was written after a busy summer in ’94 that began with my breaking up with the love of my life and ended with my reuniting with the love of my life after a bunch of indiscretions. then i went away (with him) to an all girl school in roanoke, va (hollins university) where i workshopped my poem as well as classics such as “bukowski’s undertow” & “tiny tortures in this hyperactive ghost town” which can be seen in comic form in my newly published book confusion perfume & other neurotic comics.
in other news–i made so many valentine’s this year, y’all! i like to reclaim valentine’s day as a day of love & not necessarily romance. and i am so full of love. ink covered love.
there were like four more pages of confusion perfume…however, the wonderful tara caribou is planning to publish my comic with a couple other of my comics in a book due out later this year…. what?!? yes, it’s true. while there is no news on my short story collection, tangled together, which was supposed to come out in 2019…now, out of the blue, i have a different book coming out in my medium of choice: comics!!!! so fucking exciting. by the way, should there be a publisher who wants to tackle the short story collection, i think i can safely assume my other publisher has jumped ship.
anyhoo. the last four pages were a change of pace for confusion perfume, less levity…more dark & scribbly. a short story about 9-11-01 that i turned into a comic using berenice beaumont (my character in confusion perfume in case you are just tuning in.) and i decided not to post them to give y’all a little mystery. plus! tara has requested i write little ditties like i like to do, explaining/rationalizing/analyzing my work. so i am totally having a blast doing that. also…maybe brand new never seen before pages????
so what now? well, today, we have quixotic postcards i made years ago at a ‘zine fest when the printer did not have my order of postcards ready & i had to make some up on the fly.
tomorrow? (or the next day if tomorrow is too hectic) pages of my comic in progress: weener coop & by in progress, i mean, i really do plan on getting back to it one day because i think it is totally fucking awesome.
i updated my store page here with some more recent inkings…i am also trying to get up the nerve to put things in a physical space here in driftless wisconsin…. we’ll see how that goes. i mean i bought sleeves and everything…i’ve even put some of my art into the sleeves…. though i can’t figure out how to price them & want to just put a sliding price tag on….
summer 2015 while trying to convince the dad to move away leaving a “commonwealth” scam leaving a doorstep haunted by a predatory woman leaving a sadness that soaked my bones just leaving, i begged or not… i tried to to convince the dad to move away somewhere cheaper far away from his predatory “other woman” i tried & failed he would not leave her & stupidly i agreed on a rental that would not be open until the end of summer summer of 2015, between homes bouncing around crashing, house-sitting, visiting relatives only to land again in my own sadness
i have been thinking of that summer, if only to remind myself that i have been “between homes” with four children before…& survived. i am hoping that this time i do not land again in my own sadness. the dad has been trying to convince me to come live with him again…. right??? what insanity would that be? i have broken free of him & to give up that freedom would surely mean the end of me… but, i might have to turn to him for temporary shelter. i am trying to find other options, but having a safe place for the minions to be trumps all other concerns. & where the minions go…. i’m trying to be excited about a change, even an uncertain one. i mean, i am excited about it…but also worried sick. i turn every scenario over & over in my head. i do everything in my head, first, preparing myself for anything unexpected. this is how i survive.
to help support my traveling circus & our search for a forever home, check out my patreon page where i am working on character development of a comic book hero who has been in my head for about five years now….
and being a patron of mine of the $5 a month or more, gets you personalized art postcards like these:
i am in the midst of an artist’s block… my pen won’t cooperate my hand ignores everything i tell it my muses have all gone missing….
i have been trying to do art journal pages, but i have ended up ripping out pages, ripping up pages, re-doing the same picture over & over & over…. something is amiss. but i am working on it. & i am not giving up.
the above is a birthday postcard being sent to a friend… below are a couple of sneak peeks of art journal pages over on my patreon page…i have been relying heavily on edward gorey to help me through my block…interestingly enough, i drew two different self-portraits with my arms thrown up in the air….
steam rises from the fields as spring rain mixes with winter earth & my heart turns in circles thinking of you i can smell the ground warming preparing itself for growth & green & everything spring & my heart turns in circles thinking of you each day grows longer a full moon wanes to new & my heart turns in circles thinking of you.
nothing like spring to fuck with one’s love hormones. i made this postcard to send to someone who has probably forgotten me, but it’s my party, i can obsess if i want to. & i’m not obsessing, really, i just have to put those spring hormones somewhere…& i have no where else to put them. (i already quit okcupid again) so what’s a harmless crush on someone? so what’s a harmless postcard just to say “hi”? i know…famous last words…. but, after all, the dodo bird is my spirit animal.
i just got a phone call from my mom to let me know she will be selling the house out from under me. i kinda saw this coming & was planning to leave anyway & there is no love lost between us…but fuck me my heart hurts right now. she has no problem tossing out her single-mother daughter & her four grandchildren. at least she had the decency not to say “i love you” at the end of the conversation. & she did call to let me know she would be selling the house instead of just doing it–my kids have been fearing that we will come home to another family living here….
so i ordered a painting from an artist i adore on instagram she paints portraits of women from 1950s yearbooks but adds bruises & blood to their smiling faces the piece i bought however was a watercolor heart and a parrot a very small piece i did not realize how small until it arrived but i did not regret the money i spent because the painting makes me happy & she included an additional small painting of a hawk & she is a wonderful artist with a unique eye
two days after i paid $45 for her 3″x 3″ painting, i sold 10 of my sea creature cards for just $5 a card. granted, i sold them to a friend & had not agreed on a price before hand. but, i realized i am totally worth more.
my kids yelled at me when i told them how much i paid for the watercolor–not because i spent money that we do not have on art–but because i am not asking for more for my own art.
my problem is, i think i am worth the world, but i fear no one else feels that way. which makes pricing my art, my creations, that much more difficult.
in other news, my newest muse called for a squid to be added to my collection of sea creatures. i was skeptical. as much as i love squid they just remind me of penises (maybe that is why i love squid) but i am totally in love with how this turned out.
morning coffee to the screams of minions as the world fogs over on a cold morning day waiting for a plumber to return my calls so i can stop pooping in the yard (i’m not really pooping in the yard) i can tell you this i finished my fish cards
the minions are away so i can spread out & take over & work on all those projects i have been waiting to do. someone commissioned some quixotic mama under the sea cards my biggest problem? picking the sea creatures to paint. so many awesome sea creatures! she only asked for 10 cards but i was all “better do more…just in case” and because i had too many fish i wanted to paint. also! i am working on painting a portrait other than my own! what? really. i was scared about it at first…as if my brain would not be able to process a face other than mine. turns out, i am so enjoying it. new lines new shadows new demons.
and if that were not enough. i made a list of my top priorities right now.
that is just about as organized as i get. so exciting! i am hoping i can get a rhythm going that i can maintain even after the return of the minions… without losing sight of my commitment to my kids. time to don the tiara & grab my golden lasso & get to work.