Well, she’s walkin’ through the clouds
With a circus mind that’s running ’round
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
And her fairy tales
That’s all she ever thinks about
Ridin’ with the wind
When I’m sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles she gives to me free
“It’s alright,” she said, “it’s alright
Take anything you want from me
Anything
Anything”
Fly on, little wing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, little wing
A fucking mood. I’ve drawn this before but I figured – it’s going to take the same amount of time for me to look for the drawing when I can just redraw it. So yes, it’s Saturday, April 25, 2026 and I still hate you. Forever. Roxy was the biggest hater and I miss her so damn much…
But the truth is:
8/22/26 – When a person you care about consistently disappoints you, eventually you lose your attraction to them. This time, I really hope it’s for good. Thank you for showing me again your true self – the person who only uses people to get what they want then turns around and insults them. I wish you well in life, I really do. Just get your toxic, lame, ugly energy far away from me.
A person who tricks you into taking them back to extract the sexual energy that makes them feel good then turns around and insults you is an addict and a demon. Protect yourself from these energy vampires.
Not sure what’s going to happen during these eclipses, as I’ve already been dealing with Pluto and Venus a lot in my own horoscope. I mean, what else could happen?
Well since the current transit is in Chiron in Taurus, the universe decided to remind me of my fears around material possessions, particularly around money. If you’ve read this old post, then you know I personally have Chiron in Taurus in the 3rd house and so I’m feeling the effects of this transit. It also doesn’t help that money has been a lot tighter lately because war and inflation. Sigh.
While I was writing out a check, I stumbled upon a letter writing out my fears around having a lot of money. I believe I cashed out a Universal Life Insurance policy and an old 401k (of course I had to pay taxes on it) but at the time, I needed that money to pay the credit card debt ($13k) I had accumulated for the crystal shop. And so, here is the letter I wrote. Of course I had to decorate it with Baphomet stickers that ChatGPT generated for me a while ago.
Working without the pressure of success.
Not having to be in shows with men.
Having an escape from the art world in your 4 free-lance jobs.
Knowing your career might pick up after you’re eighty.
Being reassured that whatever kind of art you make it will be labeled feminine.
Not being stuck in a tenured teaching position.
Seeing your ideas live on in the work of others.
Having the opportunity to choose between career and motherhood.
Not having to choke on those big cigars or paint in Italian suits.
Having more time to work when your mate dumps you for someone younger.
Being included in revised versions of art history.
Not having to undergo the embarrassment of being called a genius.
Getting your picture in the art magazines wearing a gorilla suit.A Public Service Message from Guerilla Girls Conscience of the Art World
“Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic.
Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery – celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from – it’s where you take them to.”
– Jim Jarmusch
Neuroscience
Man in Nature / Fear – Natural Body Answer to a Real Danger
Man in Corporate World / Stress – Unnatural Body Answer to Repeated Exposure to Pressure
If you are the creator of this work, please leave a comment so I can credit the source (you).
How to Feel Miserable as an Artist (or what not to do)
- Constantly compare yourself to other artists.
- Talk to your family about what you do and expect them to cheer you on.
- Base the success of your entire career on one project.
- Stick with what you know.
- Undervalue your expertise.
- Let money dictate what you do.
- Bow to societal pressures.
- Only do work that your family would love.
- Do whatever the client / customer / gallery owner / patron / investor asks.
- Set unachievable / overwhelming goals. To be accomplished by tomorrow.
You would’ve been 43 today. I miss you terribly. I’m sure you’ve heard me talking to you. I miss my number one hater. What were we laughing about here? You were probably talking about twinks and shit, lol. I want to draw for Drawloween because it was our thing even though we never finished because we’re fucking adults who have busy lives.
I’m stuck in these photos and I don’t want to leave.
