I’ve never dressed a certain way to appear more attractive to anyone. Despite my mother constantly telling me (my entire life) that I’d never get a boyfriend that way. As if having a significant other, or people’s assumptions about heteronormative life, is my first priority.
Art, pursuit of knowledge, and self love are the most important things in life. Meeting new people, sharing experiences, and traveling are something that I’m grateful for. It was only coincidence that I’ve found dates along the way. People who’ve whole-heartedly loved or liked me for the way I am.
Dress for yourselves, live your life for yourself, but also share your love with others. If that’s what you crave. Whether it’s romantic or sexual or platonic.
You don’t have to fit a certain life formula to make anyone else happy. Roam the world. Hustle. Have a lot of flings. Get married or don’t. Forge your own path or work for someone else.
None of it is wrong and they are your decisions to make.
Working on one last sale of the year, because i love you guys.
But also because fuck big box stores n’ corporations for having all the holiday sale fun. Support your fave artists, because we rule. ;)
I’ve been struggling all year to try and keep producing art. I took a 3 month hiatus believing that i could heal in such a short time. Medications and bed rest haven’t been enough. This has been going on for a year now. I’m pretty much dizzy all the time. Again. Even with medication.
Meaning i have to close my shop again. I need to sell everything. Every last thing. Which means a sale will start tomorrow. I’ll put up all the paintings i have on hand that i was burying away for a time like now.
My days are filled with dizziness and depression and i wanna keep fighting. But i’m at my limit and i know when to call it. Hope i won’t have to move back home. My shop will re-open, but i will be discontinuing 90% of my prints to make room for new art next year.
Your kind words, reblogs, and support mean the world to me. Thank you for everything. More news tomorrow. ♥
May or may not have found the Gomez to my Morticia Addams-ness.