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.
The Steampunk Symposium convention’s theme this year is Superheroes and Villains. The 2017 con was my first year to provide the event’s logo, graphics, and their new mascot the automaton Bly. This year Myke and I revamped the con’s website design and mascot Bly got to get her cosplay on. A variety of different versions of Bly (as Wonder Woman, Batgirl, Raven, Poison Ivy, Harly Quinn, Catwoman, and more) will grace the con’s tee shirts and event posters.
I haven’t done a lot of cartoonish or comic book style art since I retired my Foxglove and Colorado comics more than a decade ago. So it was a bit of a pain in the ass to re-learn the style to create Bly last year. Since doing so she’s been a lot easier to draw, even more so with the comic book costumes to put on her. It’s been rather entertaining. Some preview villains…
So I’ve pretty much been useless for most of autumn. The last lingering issue from my accident was my eye issues, but thankfully my eyes are coming back to full strength. So I’ve been catching up on things on the to do list. First up was the Isidore Tarot. I gave the website a bit of a facelift to go along with the release of the third edition of the deck. You can check out the site here. As for the new deck…
For the third edition I removed the white borders on the cards and made them full bleed. I brightened up the card colors a little as well. My king and queen of cups have become my packaging mascots. You can check out the deck or pick one up until Feb 24th.
And just to keep with the busy, I also took the deck and retouched the cards to change the rose and golds to blue-teals and sand. This is a special edition for spring I titled the Spring and Sand Spring Special Edition. It’s not a limited edition, but like the autumn edition before it, it’s only available for a limited time during the spring months. You can check that out here. 😉
I was organizing some of my old photos and came across the weekend Myke and I went from our Halloween tea party in Ypsilanti to power painting my aunt’s house before we had to return to Ohio. I have to say – I have a great mate and some incredible friends to spend a weekend balancing on a ladder at varying degrees of “holy hell this is high” to knock out that green paint job from the 90s.
Funny story. While my head feels like my brain is trying to pop out from my temples and my neck feels like two firey gnomes have a death hug on it, there is this massive amount of pressure building up up behind my face due to cranky sinuses. It’s like a bad science experiment waiting for a trigger. The trigger, that set all after things in motion, was a powerful sneeze. The resulting exposive action hurled my brain into the lamp, my face exploded across the room where it stuck to the wall like some creepy Hellraiser prop, and I think I might have made a rude noise elsewhere because Ghost is staring at me looking offended. It’s very freeing actually. With my brain temporarely out of my head I’m not tempted to neurotically google more symptoms to prove I’m dying. I’ll just nab my face later and soak it awhile before slapping it back on. I think I will try to go back to sleep and forget about this a bit. Though Gremlin is curious about my lack of facial skin covering. Hopefully he won’t try and groom me (which he does) and develop a taste for me while I snooze.
I just picked up a Christmas present for Myke, which will remain a secret until xmas eve. Then an ad popped up with a very cute shirt and I said “Wow! That’s really affordable.” before immediately scrolling past because nothing ever fits anymore. Then I remind myself “Hey sister, ‘anymore’ was actually a couple years ago now. Go look at the measurements!” So I do and I realize hot damn! I can get that freaking frilly black affordable shirt. Free shipping! Jazz hands in delight powerful enough to scare the cats away. It might be dangerous that I can purchase stuff like this again.Thankfully it’s cheap!
“I’m still pretty sure from the devil mouth I was born with, most of my lost baby teeth (aka how the hell is that canine growing way up there?!) were covered in holy water and buried far away from humans. But if they weren’t, I can totally see one of these! I could have kept it, nurtured it, and taught it how to seek out our enemies and terrorize them into submission. Something to think about with our kids. Given our combined DNA they should have some wonderfully haunted and evil tooth gremlins for us to work with!”
I just did a victory lap around the house. When I removed the last small bandage from my knee to find it completely healed! It still looks a hot mess for the massive scarring, but meh to that. I’m just bursting that it has finally healed. I thought it was going to haunt me into the new year. This is a grateful rabbit.
It occurred to me today that my Black Cat & Poisoned Tea Society artwork turned seven last month. During my off time from the aetherwebs I began my first large assemblage for the Winter Brides (pictured below), which is something I’ve wanted to do for years but could never justify the time away from the work that pays my bills. Anyhoo, you can see the collection here.
The Winter Brides
The Silk Bride
The Poisoned Bride