St. Patrick’s Day used to mean drinking all day, passing out, rallying and then drinking all night. Then suddenly, from one year to the next, I just couldn’t do it. Hangovers are the worst, and just not worth it anymore.
These days, I prefer to celebrate erroneous holidays by making something good to eat, having a drink or two, and then going to bed at a reasonable hour. I mean, I can’t be in bed sipping on gatorade and dry heaving all the next day. I have shit to do.
Like, make illustrations of Killer Leprechauns.
Why killer leprechauns? Well, I’ve decided my favorite holiday is Halloween, and every holiday should be Halloween. So… killer leprechauns. Whatever.
Here are 3 things you could do/make with these Killer Leprechauns.
There’s like, a million things you could do with them. If you try out one of my ideas, or come up with your own, it would be really cool of you to share it with me. Just sayin.
Either way, Happy St. Patrick’s Day to you. Hope you have some fun and get real weird with it.
It was Friday at noon. Instead of taking just a lunch I was getting a half a day off from work. One of the perks of an office job, until I can do my art full time. For the past two years I've done the same thing with my get out of work free card, I've taken a sketch book and a pencil and gone to the Frist Center for the Visual Arts to see the current exhibit and renew my membership.
Don't forget that the paintings you are seeing, the clothes walking down the runway, the album your are listening to, the book you are reading, is the end result. It didn't just appear one day, it's the result of a lot of time and work. Let me show you the process for my newest painting, STRENGTH, which will be part of the Arcana show at the Corvide Collective in Nashville opening Saturday, June 4.
Forget about your 9a-5p (or your 6p-3a), the unfinished housework, the laundry. Let’s pretend you and I are sitting down for a glass of cabernet, something fancy and delicious, and you’re about to tell me what your thing is, what makes you happy….. besides wine.
I feel like we should all have a secret handshake. A signal that we give each other as we pass by on the street that we are in this together. Because only we know the celebrations, the struggles, the amount of work, and the amount of time it takes to run a blog.
The one thing I hear at every art show is “I wish I could do that. But I’m not creative.” This is usually followed by a list of excuses as to why he/she can’t possibly do it. Anyone can be creative, but it is a skill that needs to be worked on.
We were already on our way so it was too late to turn back now. The deposit was nonrefundable. That’s how they get ya. Probably because of all the people who try back out last minute. I was pretty close.
“How about that phone pole? Is that one about 60 feet?” I said.
“Nah, too short. Maybe like three of those.” My husband answered nonchalantly.
“I dunno. That seems kinda high up.” I felt dizzy already. I don’t know how or why I get myself into these situations.
Outdoor festivals are tricky because you have to deal with things like high winds, rain, heat, dogs, children, Port a Potties, questionable food trucks, set up and tear down, and fitting everything into your car. There is a lot to think about.
I was screaming at the top of my lungs at the car in front of me. I had been sitting in my car, trapped, for an hour and a half and I had gone 10 miles. I still had 10 more to go. I shut the music off out of spite, as if that affects anyone but me. “What is wrong with everyone. Just move!” I yelled, with a slew of derogatory remarks. I started punching my steering wheel. This happened every day, twice.
I started working on Limbo of the Lost, although it wasn’t called that at first, in October of 2015. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to paint yet so I went to the library for inspiration. I checked out three books on three different topics that interested me.
I'm Jackie, an artist, illustrator, and friend to ghosts, monsters, and aliens. This blog is full of DIY projects, stories, and things I think are cool. Stay weird.