The first preview of all of the cups suit for Madam Lydia Wilhelmina's Tarot of Monsters, the Macabre and Autumn Scenes cup suit. This deck will be available again first of September. 🙂
Man. It’s like Venus and Mercury are having a very heated debate over this city and all that hot air has settled and sticking. It is a bit on the hot side out there I guess you could say. Or as my neighbor keeps yelling from across the street “HAWT ENOUGH FER UUUU?” He makes me giggle.
This week I’ve been organizing my projects and creating a calendar timeline to keep up with it. I’ve come to learn over time that it’s a must to maintain attention for an older project, like one of my tarot decks, as I try to establish and offer a new project. Given that my income comes in from my online store and various local events, it’s very important to keep attention up for anything I can help add to my monthly take in. But it’s not all about making a buck. I love what I do and my decks and I want them to be seen and liked. My Attic Cartomancy blog is about to take on its first funding project for my new Oracles & Flutter-Byes oracle deck. At the same time I’m getting my older Halloween tarot completed. And my Isidore Tarot has a life of its own. It calls me on the weekends sometimes to tell me who it’s hanging out with. Name dropper. Anyhoo, some new additions to my current projects – both available for the first time or again soon.
Madam Lydia Wilhelmina’s Tarot of Monsters, the Macabre and Autumn Scenes – Originally called The Attic Halloween Tarot – First offered Halloween of 2016 it got a bit of a rush job due to circumstances. I’m adding the minor arcana to it (slowly) to make it a full deck. Hopefully to have a very October-centric sale this autumn.
Oracles & Flutter-Byes – Originally called The Orange Moon Oracle – New deck project using an oracle type theme. Mucha themed artwork that is being digitally collaged into new scenes with airbrushing to add a little of my style to my favorite artist’s work. These are the oracles. The flutter-byes are original paintings of mine featuring moths, butterflies, and dragonflies that are being collaged into similar style scenes as the oracles. Attic Cartomancy will be crowdfunding this one.
I’m going down to Thimble Island
To find my true love there.
I’m sure that I can find one
Long of limb with time to spare.
On Thimble Island.
I’m on my own down the river
I’ll bring my ivory needlecase.
I’ll weave a blanket for when I shiver.
I’ll stitch a bonnet to shield my face.
On Thimble Island.
You go there alone.
To find someone for to call them your own.
I’ve not heard of girls returning.
It is a murky, mystery place.
I may not have had much booklearnin’
But I’ve got charms to win the race.
On Thimble Island.
You go there alone.
Yes that’s me! Been awhile I know. I haven’t felt much like sharing selfies for, oh, seven years now? The main reason is that one day long ago I looked at a photo of myself and I saw my mother there. The very not good state of my mother. Which was fitting since I already shared quite a few of her ailments from having gained too much weight. So I took the drastic approach two years ago and had weight loss surgery.
If anyone tells you that is a lazy cheaters way out of losing weight they can kiss my still fairly spacious ass. The truth is that when you use food as a crutch (where others use drugs, booze, what have you) being broken of that crutch is hard. I saw a therapist to deal with my head issues, I visited with a nutritionist once a week to learn how I should be interacting with food in a healthy manner, I worked with a physical therapist to work on my weak spots so I could be more physical, and I had to lose a considerable amount of weight just to prove I was a good candidate for the surgery. I had to force myself to learn self discipline, which I have very little. I opted for the sleeve procedure because the full bypass terrified me. I lost fifty pounds before the surgery and then another hundred over the next six months post surgery. Then things started to slow down a little and my day to day became about eating right, being active, and pounding my system with vitamins. My existence now is so polar opposite to what it once was. I’m grateful for that, but I also put in the work. The reward was no longer sharing those weight related issues of my mother’s.
I’ve been stuck since my accident. My injuries put a halt to most of my activity for months. Even when I felt I could push through the pain of my knee, my body simply didn’t have the energy. It was too busy trying to heal all the places I’d broken myself. I’ve been good though for the last few months and getting back to being physical. The only thing that keeps me from my old routine is simply trying to get over the head issues the accident brought out in me. That basically amounted to me being afraid to go back out into the world for fear of getting hurt worse. My brain meats typically impair me more than anything. I think to be an artist you’re always a little mental and you find a way to channel it into something positive. I will admit I have my challenges there.
Since my owl mask worked out so well I turned towards tinkering with dolls. I had some Bratz doll I bought on clearance many years ago. When I attempted to try and make a 3D version of one of my dark female characters I failed miserably. It was just a mess. I tend to second guess myself way too much and worry about screwing it up. Most of what I do is a lot of trial and error before I find my groove. So I pulled out one of the other dolls and pulled together a bunch of the materials I used on the mask and tried not to overthink it. It started out miserable, but slowly I brought it in. I wrote a story for her. I plan to create a shadowbox shrine for her. I do love the shadowboxing. I’m going to take detail shots when I have better light. It’s rather rainy and dreary in here today.
A little more worky worky on the aweeuns.
Since reading about the idea of there being an ocean underneath the ice surface of Jupiter’s moon Europa, I’ve had this idea of hidden creatures existing there. For me that would be mermaids or water nymphs. Alien ones at that. I’ve been doing a few art studies with the idea. Some quick samples.
Oh my little site blog, how I have not paid you enough attention. I’m not sure too many people actually visit websites anymore, do they? When last I was here I was pining for my gent who was back in Ohio while I visited Michigan. In my defense my attic shoppe takes up a lot of my time. When not chasing my tail with that I’m trying to be creative and juggle my normal assortment of projects. I’m really liking my Ink and Blood lenormand project, but my Orange Moon Oracle is getting much bigger feed back through my sites. I’ve also started a personal project about aliens. Alien mermaids actually. Why not, right? Myke and I are also (only after a decade of being engaged) planning our wedding next month. Just something sweet and simple. Our friend Ted is marrying us and my big brother and my new sis-in-law are acting as our witnesses and best man and maid of honor. Fun stuff! I may even post wedding photos now that I don’t feel like Godzilla after hitting every step down with his face. Good times. 😉
Back home for a spring visit. Absolutely love seeing my family and yet still don’t like being away from my gent, who has had my heart and much of my soul for a decade now. I prefer when we can visit together. Just a note in my night for my best friend, my gent, my husband, the other part of me. I just miss my mate. Two totally past fucked up humans who are progressing into anti fucked up fashion content, happy, and thriving. I’m not sure what else any of us can actually expect out of life.
I just realized that when I sing along to Rammstein, not knowing German but trying to mimic what I hear, I sound like the Swedish Chef. I’m sure that’s sexy.
Who’s the dork who keeps walking by this banner and declaring “I made that!”? This dork. @Steampunk Symposium / Superheroes and Villains
I finished my mask this evening. For some reason dramatic Ghost music is playing in the background. I accomplished the abstract owl design. I loaded it up with all these wonderful chains and necklaces my grandmother Eva left me with (that I don’t generally wear day to day but love and prize). The rest of the costume is basically the goth prom ballgown of dark, black shredded materials the MATRIX would adore, and corsets. I’m happy. TO BEE CONTINUED
I’m pleased to say the third edition of the Black Ibis Tarot is now available for sale. The cards are larger in size in this edition and this makes the details of the card artwork standout more. I also pumped up the colors a bit to make them more vibrant, as well as adding a blue note element to each card to unify the majors a bit more. The deck is very beautiful if I set modesty to the side. I really adore this deck. And like the Sepia Stains deck, there were a lot of wonderful creative folks who lent their images to the deck. I’ll be highlighting each over April.
The pre-order will run throughout April. At the conclusion of the sale all the decks/materials will be purchased and shipping will begin most likely the second week of May. The deck is available with full packaging or just the deck/book depending on your budget. So if you’d like to give a slightly surreal neo-Victorian fantasy deck a new home, please select the link for what you want: Order Full Packaging Deck Here -or- Order Just Deck/Book Here
I love owls. I have three creatures I will (to make a few people roll their eyes at me) say are my animal totem. Rabbits (Watership Down), Foxes (Japanese folklore), and owls (Bubo -Clash of the Titans- Secret of Nimh – and they’re just awesome). I wanted to take one of them to represent my mask in the tradition of Carnival of Venice. What I’ve always appreciated about the history of this is when you join the masquerade (ha! yes, I’m a Berlin geek) you basically can step back from your everyday face/persona and just be something of your own creation. I’ve always loved that idea and for some reason never really embraced it like I could at my conventions. Conventions that ask you to dress the fuck up after all. 😉
So, long and short of it, I’ve been having a grand time making the mask. Grand, hur hur hur, sorry. Too much British TV tonight. Anyhoo, my biggest worry is that I get self conscious and go scatterbrained when it comes to creating something that isn’t 2D art. And much to my pleasure this was not going that way for a change. I took my two basic Meijer masks and bullied them into the start of something better. Much to my delight. Below is the first version of the mask before the flowers/feathers. I didn’t like it enough though. I’m an obnoxious perfectionist so… I broke it back down after photographing it. TOO BEE CONTINUED
The first convention of the year is coming up and I decided I wanted to devote time to making a costume for it. Honestly, I have an outfit my friend helped me make back in the day we dubbed the Bee Queen. Mostly because it’s black and gold and massive and when first worn I had a bee-centric crown with it. And some crazy big hair. I toned it down afterwards and was happy to blend into the background and let my table and art be the thing to look at.
This year I just wanted to have more fun with it. I think it started last October when I was brooding over the fact that I was still banged up enough from my fall that autumn delights were not as great as the previous year. So when the holiday passed and all Halloween items went on sale, I scooped up a ridiculous amount final clearance items. This included masks and floral headpieces. (Seen here with my wig to give it a little extra wookie touch.)
Much of it sat in my attic work room to chatter between themselves without me giving them notice. But I had an idea for them. Granted, it would take many months to finally drag them out and get to it. I am happy to say though – once I started tinkering it all kind of fell into place. TO BEE CONTINUED
The sudden warm conditions the other day poked my spring allergies. I am a sneeze monster. I’m glad I’m alone though. I just sneezed so powerfully I cleared the room of felines and launched an alien into the room. That’s always charming.
My morning ritual for most of my adult life is to drink tea and spend 30 minutes in a warm bath. This is to wake my brain and body up. A morning person I am not. This is also when I read or catch up on social bruh-hah because who doesn’t hold their phone over the side of the tub these days? (Except Myke.) Today I went fancy with bubbles. Ghost… she is on her towel perch as usual. However, Ghost interprets bath bubbles as a sudden mystical foamy road that magically appears over the water and offers new passage to the other side of the tub. Usually she gives it a few test jabs and seems to decide she should step back. Not always, but she never quite fully commits. This morning? She fully committed. I lost her to the bubbles. Quite instantly, as you might imagine, she levitated right out of the water and was out the door. (Bathroom door is always open a pinch in the morning so I don’t have to listen to frantic mews and clawing at the door by the other two felines. They don’t want to keep me company, they just want to battle for the winner of who was the last one to rub their face on the door and declare ownership of the bathroom.)
Ghost didn’t even grant me a second to document it. (Because Bast love her, a white cat with trendy foam extensions is heeelarreeus.) She is now hiding somewhere manically grooming I’m sure. For my part I am totally awake for a change. Aaaaand looks like I need to drag the mop out. Good-morning!
This is one corner of my house. Ever so slowly my plant army grows. My goal is to eventually live surrounded by an indoor Victorian garden. I think the living room is covered. Ignore me. I’m trying to avoid work at the moment.
On this day in tea there were many serious moments that left a mark on the world. In 1606 the curtain would close on Guy Fawkes for his part in the Gunpowder Plot. He would be remembered for years afterwards with the burning of his effigy set to fireworks. In 1865 the United States Congress passed the Thirteenth Amendment to the United States Constitution abolishing slavery. In 1929 the Soviet Union would politely send Leon Trotsky into exile, the same year that smooth voiced actress Jean Simmons was born. And looking up to the skies, in 1971 astronauts Alan Shepard, Stuart Roosa, and Edgar Mitchell took flight in a Saturn V and set off for a mission to the Fra Mauro Highlands on the Moon. In the present day, there are many eyes looking up towards the moon.
In the wee hours of Wednesday morning on January 31st a trio of blanket and shawl wrapped females sat on their favorite balcony at the Hathor Boarding House. A young woman sat between two rather old gal bookends. Emily had her eyes to the sky as her aunt Emma and friend Minerva Mox carried on with casual conversation about celestial events in years past. “I declare this to be the most special moment for the moon for this century.” Miss Emma offered. “Here! Here!” Minerva barked as she watched the nearing dawn sky.
Young Emma looked up at the beautiful velvety night sky and felt overwhelmed by its beauty. Her eyes kept darting to the very full moon and a smile would cross her lips. This was an evening that reminded her very much of being with her mother. She always felt her mother was a star in disguise; a brilliant celestial creature who had temporarily come down to earth.
Last Tuesday I mentioned traveling from an event in Ypsilanti to GR. Myke and I, along side our friends Ted and Kate, provided tea and entertainment for the event Madam Aubergine’s Mystical Tea at the Ladies Literary Club with the lovely Acadia as our hostess and organizer. Ted offered some of the spooky history about the library (said to be haunted and we found that to be true) and the surrounding town. I explained the Orange Moon Tea Society stories behind the teas being served. And Kate offered the history of Absinthe and her family’s Absinthe Tea recipe. It was a delightful evening. I posted about it on my cartomancy blog.