TW: Shit’s fecked up, I talk about it, among other things. Mentions: rape, murder, baby eating blood rituals. But also the joy, the art, and the real existence of gnomes. Enter at your own risk.
FWIW: I don’t want to be talking about this, I want to be watching squirrels eat the bread I left for them outside my tiny windows and making art and artist books. But my gov is snatching bodies off the street and spending a billion dollars a day dropping bombs on sidewalk chalk. So, here we are.
Otherwise, there’s the art:
fuck the system Reiki-Infused Watercolor Artist Books
Do any of these catch your fancy? Check out the full collection of 13 books here (should open to a link for iCloud photo album), choose your favorite. Send me an email. I never check my DMs. Suggested price: $300, pay what delights you. Will be listed to the general public next week.
fuck the system ACEOs are LIVE
They look something like this. These too are Reiki-infused. You can find them at my page on ebay. Please. Don’t be bashful. Tell your friends. Start a bidding war. You have seven days.
everything works out for us ACEO Series
35 (unless I mathed wrong) tiny works laid out on the table. They really capture the wild energy I can feel, the energy of the collective. I’d prefer to throw paint at a canvas or whack it with a paint dipped pickle ball racket. Use my whole freaking body to make art. To move energy. And not necessarily make anything beautiful.
But I don’t have the facilities to make such things happen without destroying furniture, etc. So rapid fire paintings it is. I honestly wasn’t sure I could pull this kind of layering off. But I really love them. A practice in following intuition.
Titled as such because I turned otherwise 8-inch paintings that were not working, into small pieces I fecking love. Plus my intuition told me to call it that and nothing else came forward. Plus let’s make it a mantra.
Will be listing in the next day or so and will update then.
Hope you all are well, alive, and not in a detention center. I hope you are burning things down. Swearing. Expressing yourselves. I am so grateful you’re here.
be feral,
Libby
