more quixotic; less apocalyptic

i have started posting my art on my other website.
i have made a gallery page over there.
i also made a page of my inktober drawings.
i hope to do a page for each episode of moses jones.

and it will all be found over at the new place.

today’s ink blot test is there now! check it out…
days of magic

moving….

okay. so in a move to streamline and create consistency, etc. as i hope to create a market for my work, i have decided to move all of my art & comics over to my other site because i like it’s name better for an overall name to my art & comics.
sure, all of my art, etc. is at this site, but trust me, this will work.

if you are interested in getting a jump on staying updated once i have made the change, my art & comics will be moving over to:

https://quixoticmama.com/

where i have tried several times to keep blogs of different sorts (homesteading, relationship disasters, etc.) but since i blog about that stuff along with my art & comics–it makes sense to merge the two.

and as i said “quixotic mama” is a better name for my stuff than “apocalyptic mama.” because while not all of my stuff is dark & foreboding–it is all queerly optimistic.

bear with me during this transference of energy & art!

benefactor needed…now more than ever

my camera…she dies slowly. my laptop…she is four years old and easily over-heated. my new apartment…she is very very expensive to a struggling artist-writer mama and her dusty cohort (who is a very talented cook & grossly underpaid.)

i need confidence and a benefactor.

i am returning to school this fall, taking a class in confidence–er, digital media. i’m hoping to feel more competitive with freelance work once i feel more confident about creating digitally.

i am reading amanda palmer’s the art of asking. okay, i haven’t yet gotten the introduction read, but it is on my kitchen table waiting for me to have a free moment to focus. i am hoping it will be so damned inspirational that i have no choice but to fly out of my little hole in the ground and start molesting people with my awesomeness…er…or, maybe i misunderstood the book jacket message….

i have a new apartment! & internet!

but no furniture. i live in the college town of madison and all the fucking uhauls are rented through 5:15pm on sunday, august 16th. holy fuck. so we are living on the bare minimum of furniture, dishes, & utensils. i have my cast iron skillets with me and am seeing what all they can be used for. i did make a cheesecake for misha’s birthday in a cast iron skillet. cheesecake pans are for pussies (or, people who can afford cheesecake pans.)

i draw. i write bad poetry. i pace. i wince as my children shriek. (how did i give birth to FOUR shrieking children?? my poor neighbors. please don’t hate me new neighbors.) i am an artist.

next week, i will have a desk…maybe. with a desk to draw upon–the world will be my oyster.