WIPING OFF THE DUST

ART FOR THE SOUL

DAY 01

“Art washes from the soul the dust of everyday life.”
— Pablo Picasso

Beginning is always the toughest part of the journey + it’s generally difficult to simply dive in. It doesn’t matter if the lines aren’t straight or that a circle looks disproportionate. Art isn’t something that is perfect. Mistakes can lead you down an alternative route, yet reveal something unseen.

PROCESS
After you are equipped w/ a reliable sketchbook, it’s time to destroy the empty space. Begin w/ your favorite quote, song lyric or poem. Another option is to resume a piece you’ve abandoned in the past. Sketch around the edges, start small + ignore the little ‘mistakes.’ Draw for at least 15 minutes.

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I’ve decided that I’m going to take my own interesting journey. My mother got me into another growing journey that I need to work on w/ her, but this will be my own. Lately, I have been slacking on my artwork, which is horrible since it’s been said that any gift is like a muscle + needs to keep going. Since I was 13 years old, I’ve always had a medium sized sketchbook where I jotted down my ideas, loose phrases + words, doodles, sketches, completed drawings, quotes + etc. I never have been able to keep it consistently, but there’s always time to turn over a new leaf.

A memory sticks out where I was on the road w/ my father from Salt Lake City to Johnstown, Colorado for a surprise visit. I commented to him that sometimes I felt like I spent too much money on art supplies at times, but I need them. My father began to ask if I went out very often + pointed out that I do not spend money on a therapist of sorts. He insisted it was art therapy. It wiped the guilt away.

I briefly caught up w/ an old friend last night + began to email him some of my more recent artwork. I fired off several of my snake themed pieces, said that I want to start learning oil paints + was trying to decide between the images. He selected the one I was mainly drawn to begin w/. Until last night, I wasn’t productive at all + need to be working on a project for a friend’s poetry book. Tonight I found myself adding to the snake piece of choice + finally caught a glimpse of promise in the details.

I’m hoping to see improvement in my skills as each day passes.

XO

MONSTRUM

AT_marceline_sighGood news, everyone! There have been a lot of changes to the website + more to arrive. The main goal is to start blogging more often. And, surprise, I’m alive.

It is back to monsters again. I never thought I’d be writing in the horror genre to begin with when I was a teenager. I used to write Hanson fan fiction (yes, I said it…) + generally contemporary fiction. There was a little bit of what some call poetry, but I lovingly prefer ‘word vomit.’ In the end it chalks up to my taste in books, films and music. The darker side is so much more fun. I find myself tangling with character I’d never have bothered with in the past.

12957688_10156742968875394_6852877980755017060_oThe other major distraction in my life has been a fur ball.  Almost a year ago, I adopted this sweet little kitten at a few week old. Her name is Door Ocean, all Neil Gaiman meaning. Door is for a character in Neverwhere, Ocean is for Ocean at the End of the Lane. She is my first indoor kitten, a real big change. She’s very strange + unusual in the things she does, the runt of the litter + wouldn’t change a thing about her. On great many occasion, she tends to close my laptop screen or bat at me from around the laptop to distract. I’ve been adjusting to having a very nosy little thing in my life. Door is spoiled rotten, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

 

at_nahPretty much, I’m knee-deep in my story about monsters, involving an infamous Shakespeare character, completely rewrote (completed a very detailed outline) of the same Shakespeare piece + it has lead me back to the original story that called to me. Maybe on day I’ll wind up doing the complete rewrite. It’s funny where the journey will take you, sometimes you have to hit those road bumps to keep going ahead, and it can take a long time. I’m grateful for where I am at in this story, still working at it each day when I get a chance.

Otherwise…nothing terribly exciting to report aside from doing more watercolour pieces these days. Watercolour pencils are my medium of choice.

I leave you all w/ some word vomit.

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Excerpt: Remorse

Dread crushed and crippled the elderly woman. The eyes piercing into her hadn’t changed over the decades; still sinister, controlling and ominous. Her nephew’s eyes held something far more frightening that she could not quite place. He smiled as he accused her of throwing him off of her trail intentionally. The words coming out of his mouth were meaningless because she knew the outcome of the situation. The phone dug into her back deeper when he stepped forward into the phone booth. She reached back and gripped the cold steel of the phone book container.

The metallic cord of the payphone was cold as it slid up her fingertips. She gripped the plastic phone, then cringed at the obvious sound of the dial tone. The dark snicker erupting from her nephew sent a chill down her spine. White hot fear coursed through her veins as he undid his belt buckle. Her fingernails bit into the palm of her hands when she swung the phone hard in the direction of his head. He caught her wrist, squeezed tightly and forced her to drop the makeshift weapon.

His eyes were filled with amusement. “Oh Aunt Gem. Did you really think that would work?”

Gem stared up in silent response.

He placed an arm against the back of the phone booth, then continued the task of removing his belt with his free hand. It made a soft, grating sound as it was pulled through the cotton loops of his dress pants. He snaked an arm around her neck, warm thick leather encased around her neck with a strange tenderness and the scent flooded her senses.

“You could have left well alone and lived.” He stroked her cheek with a cold hand.

Gem shrank away only to feel the belt’s clench tighter. The pressure increased and tingled around the secure hold. A pleasant dizziness settled in, moved up her neck and to her head. It built at her temples, blood cells sparked and gathered by her lips. Bones in her neck popped, though it was virtually painless combined with the tingling sensation sweeping and took over her senses. Gem struggled for air. The forced of the belt reached a fever pitch as she clawed at his chest in vain. She stared deep into his eyes, forgetting the little boy she’d once loved, but had felt the wickedness of even in childhood.

She realized precisely what his eyes held upon taking her last breath; remorse.

 

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Note, this isn’t something I’ve really cleaned up. Sort of a random drabble I’d written back in December + not being used to anything in particular. I’ll write drabbles when I need to break my block.

Publication: Dead Souls

tumblr_mxoewb7M8I1r13x8qo2_250Dead Souls has finally found a home. I was startled + even forgot about submitting it. Turns out it’s something that might wind up doing me a lot of good, but I nearly backed out of it. I selfishly wanted to keep the piece to myself for my story collection as it is one of my best + polished up pieces. Instead it has found a home in The Grotesquerie Anthology released through Mocha Memoirs Press. It is released very soon, as in February just in time for Women In Horror Month. It falls under my rule of thumb of the place of publication being in both ebook + print copy.

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boredUh, yes. I’m indeed alive. Just having the daily struggles of life; financial + etc. Long story short? I might be an artist + author, but I’m definitely living the life of a struggling artist. It isn’t glamorous or fun either. There’s the happy moments, I suppose, like w/ close friends + family that brighten it all up.

Truly? Everyone else is more excited about Dead Souls finding a home. I blinked a few times + spent a few days even debating if I was going to sign the contract. I did wind up signing it in the long run.

 

(GIF Images: 30 Seconds to Mars, RoosterTeeth)

 

 

Sassafras + Cinnamon

Part of the new missions of this year is going to one restaurant per week in Dallas. It has to be somewhere neither of us have been + cannot be a chain restaurant. In life, it should be known, Cat/Sassafras is indeed my sister. We review the restaurants in our new blog.

Check it out:
Sassafras + Cinnamon

Also, later an actual update. Something good publishing wise did happen + I did sign a contract for one of my best pieces.