Make it stop

I just want it to end. All of this doubt. I have foreclosed on my house. Sure, I might be getting the job of my dreams back, but my painting "talent," is killing me. Sometimes, I just hate it. I feel like such a fucking hack. Who wants to look at paint splatters on wood with pictures, fabric, and shitty poetry on it?? Fuck.........I just feel sick tonight.

I Hope

Today, something wonderful happened. I found out I might be able to get my old, old, job back that I had two years ago. It was in Television which I think is in my blood. My Dad has worked in Television and Radio all my life. I will be going back. I left when I was very sick. I won't stop thinking of this until I'm sick with prayer.....

Art Nouveau and the Snow Globe

I looooooooooovvvvveeee art nouveau. I decided to do a little photoshoot of me in art nouveau style dress for my next piece called Snow Globe. I took them all myself because I'm a very shy person. I was even hiding from my poor husband. Anyways, it is not because of vainess that I use pictures of me for my art. I do it because my art is VERY personal. I want that connection to me. Especially when most of my poems surrounding my art are about mental illness that I have battling my whole life. It is a way of soothing myself. I can't explain it.... Here are a few. I will definitely post the finished piece when it is done, but it will take a while.




(note: I look away from the camera in a lot of my pictures because I am 75% blind in my right eye. If I look at the camera straight, my eye is not.)