Monday, April 18, 2011

New New New Old

After a bit of goading (or is it goating? Why don't people give goats anymore. That's what lead to this fall of civilization, a lack of sharing small ruminants.) I re-opened the wacky and zany soap shop my husband and I started a year ago.

At first things were quiet, a few tumblewedes would blow through and finger the merchandise before asking I validate their parking then an order here. Then another. And suddenly I'm spending all my paintings days making coolers instead of actual canvas monstrosities.

Thus I am happy to announce that along with the original 18 different soaps from before I can also now make your own bathroom sized gallbladder.

This wasn't entirely born from a fevered dream of mine, a customer asked if we could whip one out in time for Mothers day. As I'm of the "sure, why the hell not" idiom a big of goating for my husband and here she is. Now visions of all kinds of different soap options are floating through my head: Pizza that smells like tomato, vivisection of torsos, coffins with small skeletons inside.

More proof that I am finally coming out of my creativity fog, I actually created a new painting as well. It's a smaller one, because I wasn't certain how well my attempt at painting lightning would go but I wanted to try anyway.
Turns out lightning is a lot like trees, but upside down and a bit more jagged. It's for sale as well, in that link up there if anyone's curious.

Finally, for those days when you stumble across a boiling point article but wish to retain your sanity:

Monday, April 4, 2011

Keep Panicking!

As seems to happen to pretty much every Etsy trend I always hated those stupid re-purposed "Keep Calm" crap from war posters that were all fucking over when I was planning my wedding and apparently much like an oroborous just kept consuming itself until you wound up well with this.

Like most things that annoy me I decided to usurp and create my own, which I spent under 10 minutes on - far less than my usual throw away joke images (and also a very sad sign for anyone who spent $15 on their own Keep Calm poster).

And for the Mage/Wizard and/or Roosevelt fan.

I think I got it all out of my system. Now back to ragging on dancing hipsters with owls and cowls: