proof that god is real

Johnny, you do everything in your power to look a hot mess, but please resign, you cannot. You have failed. You can't fool us, no matter how hard you try.

More Therapeutic Purchasing

I didn't think I was the moose-loving type, but I like this moose, he's a bit militant, as for monkies...I adore them, especially chimps...as for little girls with big heads, just look at a kid pic of me and you'll see. I hate to say that I am a bit shocked on how I love these prints so, but I am. I am usually not so hipster-drawn, but screw labels anyway.
Now that ambrotype and those daguerrotypes rock my ghostly socks...can't wait to use them. I have soooo many things to put online in the shoppe, it's maddening.

Invalid Ladies...This Is For YOU

Let's go beat Foster & Milburn Co.'s ass. Invalid ladies??? Apparently invalidity was "common" among our "sex" during the early 1900s. Would you trust an add with that Humpty Dumpty dude to make you more valid? Wow, I now own this baby. I am always tempted to collect the historic proof of misogyny, racism and prejudice, but then I'm afraid I will flip out one day and burn it or something. I can hear the toturous sound of Beyonce's "Single Ladies" re-bestowed as "All My Invalid Ladies" playing agagin and again in my head. CLICK the picture so you can enlarge it and read/marvel at the description.

When All Else Is Fuckery...

...buy some stuff you've had an eye on to cheer you...right? Even if your funds are low from disastrous business decisions, or the holidaze...or fuckonomy, you can find a way...right? How worse can it be, right? In Dali's autobiography he said that when he and Gala were at their broke ass-est they would still tip the most and return to their Montmartre apartment that they could barely afford...
So here's what I snagged thus far:

You know that postcard is awesome!! Nothing like some creep sneaking up on you watching you sleep on a hammock to give you "Sweet Dreams".

This little lovely is one of my favorites to collect, an antique "calling card" lithograph or "die-cut". This one has a poem that reads; "Of all that is near, thou are the nearest. Of all that is dear, thou art the dearest."

This is an antique photo of a faceless dude and a horse...I effing love this! It's as if he is death or something coming to take the horse...or his pay? It reminds me of the guy who played the devil in Dr. Parnassus. It gives me the inspiration to create assemblage art again.These are some dope vintage horse medals or "ornaments for the harness of cart-horses were first made in the late 18th century; they became very popular in the 1850s, replacing an older style of adornment with ribbons, woolen fringes, and tooled leather. In some areas brasses were still in normal use in the 1920s, and can still be seen at horse-shows and parades." This is a little French lovely from the olden golden days, porcelain and I cannot wait to get my hands on it...and all my purchases as soon as possible.

Tricks

I feel like her...how she looks at least. I'm a bit sad, and I will have to do some serious tricks to stay sane, get happy and make my way. How do we get back on a road, if the road we took was not good to us? Find a new one? I don't know, but I am swallowing swords for now.

Life's Circus

Antique cabinet photo from victorian age Gustavo Arcaris and Kate ...Knife Throwing in their circus act.

I don't know which direction things are going...as an artist I am in a pickle. I am trying to push through to the next level...how? I need marketing and blah and blah and blah. I feel circus-ish these days. When I was in London I got violently ill, I was hospitalized for three days, I was there told I needed emergency stomach surgery. I opted to return home to be near my boys for the surgery with my own doctors. The issue was that when the hospital gave me paperwork they told me to show American Airlines so I wouldn't be charged a fee for missing my plane...well instead they wouldn't let me board. I had to buy a completely new ticket on Virgin. It was a mess...a circus indeed.
I arrived back in the states where my husband picked me up from Newark and drove me straight to Columbia Presbyterian where I eventually had the operation. Through it all, I worried most about the little baby in my womb. In the end it all turned out fine...isn't that something? Fine. Whatever spirit guides us; science, greater being...whatever, the revolving door of the up and down cycle of life is guaranteed and the gift of having things be okay is a blessing of whatever proportion you make it. I wonder how circus performers felt about their "next level".
"Sideshow-freak" photograph by Edward Kelty. c.1920

Hello Girl

...and s I am a vessel for a little woman...it's a girl.

Karneval der Kulturen Berlin

"Carnival is one of the oldest celebrations in the world. It developed in ancient Europe, then travelled to the Caribbean, South-America and Africa in colonial times and finally – centuries later – sent back impulses to a culturally, socially and demographically changed Europe. These changed circumstances heavily influenced many contemporary urban carnivals today, making a strong point of the cultural expressions and aesthetic visions of migrants."

I tried to research old photos of the carnival and only came up with this one...strange, but not strange enough, there has to be more, right? Someone tell me why these folks are covered in powder. I want to know!!! My googling finger is too tired...

Her Immigrant Mother

New piece in the shoppe featuring genuine tintypes. Something quite "forever" about a tintype, no? Even though the tintype is quite older than the buckles surrounding it, I am a lover of all things Art Deco...had to work with this assemblage piece.

Shotgun Wedding by Bayou Salvage

I am a serious long time lover of Bayou Salvage and this photo is off the damn chain. It is hard to compliment work that is already so gorgeous...but this is just GORGEOUS.
If not good enough, hows about some "Country Fried Leggings"?

Or, the "Clotille Cloche"?