Would I Fight with an Angel?

current song: Angels - Augustana

God, don't you just hate it when it's never good enough?Okay so my mom's parents were over today (just like every other day... do they even have their own house? no jk. They aren't that bad and I luuuuurve them muchly).... and I was working on an anthro piece. so my mom and my baba (who I totally get my artsy side from) started reeming me out about how I never drqaw anything serious and how 'if it doesn't have ears and a tail, Kelsey's not interested.' and they were really starting to bother me. so I just said, 'well you know I am just trying to find a chance to take over the hallway for a day or two. (the hallway leading to my room is where my easel and major art supplies are kept.) and they started laughing and saying that would never happen... So I was all 'you know what? FINE! we have 4 hours before we leave for the farm. I'll do some serious art now!' stomped upstair and dragged out all my collage stuff.

It was looking so good! I had some old photocopier art stuff and all this nice illustration stuff of victorian clothes and pretty tones of purple and green. It's pretty and moving and really reflects the moment like good 'serious art' should.They hated it. When they finally came up to take a look they were all 'We like bouquets of flowers' and I just said, 'well I don't do that.' besides they few still lifes I did last year, you didn't even like' and my mom is all 'good art isn't just slapped together like this' I was like 'it's a collage! collages are SUPPOSED to be 'slapped together! I told you guys I was going to make a collage!' and they started telling me how 'serious art' means it's still life. like a painting of a pond.....

I am sorry I am a furry artist and I'm sorry I don't sit around painting apples and other stupid fruits. I am sorry that the face of art is changing and you don't get it. I am sorry that I can't paint the goddamn slough in our backyard. I'm sorry I like creating things that reflect my feelings and my veiws. I am sorry I am such a crap artist that I try to make things I actually like.

Try to Find my Place in the Diary of Jane....

current song: Diary of Jane - Breaking Benjamin


With Teea gone I didn't feel right about posting on our team blog with my random musings so for now Scoundrelly Aristocrasy is taking a little break. Today and tommorrow and the next little while is all going to be about one thing... Delicate Voodoo.

And even if no one ever reads a word of it, and even if I never get so much as one comment. I still think it's going to be just lovely.

I just picked Delicate Voodoo as a title a moment ago. I have fallen in love with that though. I work at a historic site as a historical interpreter. The other day I was in the General store when I noticed three words on a banner across the front of the anceint Jello box. 'Dainty Delicious Delicate' I pondered those three words the rest of the day and decided they were quite lovely. I don't know why I did this. I just did. But also, recently I have developed a bit of a Marilyn Monroe obsession. And upon watching her classic film the Seven Year Itch I found I adored her way of speaking. Mainly because of her use of the word 'Delicate' In the film she uses it as a sort of all pupose adjective. calling anything wonderful 'deilcate'

As far as the voodoo?

well do I really need a reason?

Love and Snuggles,

Star