My Aura

I absolutely LOVE my new phone case. Yes, that’s my art… I uploaded an image of “My Aura” painting at Zazzle, dropped it into a Galaxy s10 template, added some text, and wha-la… cost less than 10 bones, too!

Yes, I put an email addy on it so if my phone is ever lost and found by a kind soul, they could easily contact me to return it. Sounds delusional, eh? But, this is Youngstown so it could happen. I once accidentally dropped a hand quilted tote bag on a sidewalk in a high foot traffic area, thought it was gone forever, but some kind soul had found it and neatly laid up on a little stone wall so I could find it on my way home. Dozens, if not 100 people had walked past it. I’ve seen people drop money and a total stranger running to catch up with them just to give it back. That’s the Youngstown I know, so it could happen.

Here’s the image of “My Aura” submitted with my entries to a juried show scheduled for this summer that may or may not be cancelled.

I entered four pieces, but My Aura is by far my favorite. It’s a “self pour-trait” to play on words… and, a little secret, it’s on a recycled 12 x 24 canvas. Yeah, I painted over another painting, which ironically, was also a self portrait. Maybe that’s why I like it so much… “My Aura” covered a grim painting of a girl swimming with the fishes. Yeah, I painted myself drowned and called it “Self Portrait: Married” in 1996 so I would always remember how it feels to be in a bad situation. I don’t need it anymore.

My Aura is framed in black wood. I cropped the photo as you’re not supposed to include the framing when submitting art to juried shows. I wish I had the new phone before snapping that photo as the camera on the s10 is so much better.

If you want to customize a “My Aura” phone case for yourself (or design your own) here’s a link and, if you’re new to Zazzle, use my referral code so we both get perks.

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Opportunity

Opportunity, 11 x 14 inches, fluid acrylics on canvas, 2019

When a door closes, look for a window of opportunity. Awe, but no one mentions that there are, shall we say, birds of prey watching you struggle, waiting for a sign of weakness, an opportunity to pluck the flesh right off your bones.

Opportunity is wired, ready for hanging, no framing required. Here’s a view on an angle so you can see that the sides are painted.

Thank you for viewing my art!

One Cat Pass

One Cat Pass, 9 x 12 inches, colored pencil on heavy paper, 2016.

Since this is the first post on an art blog called mice4mars, I should explain the name… Mice for Mars, who is Mars?

Mars was Mr. Marsberry Cat, who passed in 2016 at the ripe old age of 18. He was a house cat, a studio cat, who thought he was my guardian. He spent many a day curled up at my feet while I was zoned into making art.

After he died, I told myself that’s it, no more cats… I’m too old for pets, don’t have another 18 years left in me to take in another cat. So what am I doing now? Feeding feral cats. The first was KiKi.

Oh, I tried to adopt her after a neighbor gave me a sad-sob story about a poor abandoned and abused little kitty, a female gath ddu (black cat). I agreed to take her, sight unseen… yeah, that poor little kitty turned out to be a 20 pound alpha female, the local Queen of Cats. She absolutely hated being trapped indoors. After a week, I let her go… then we developed a relationship on her terms. All she wants from me is food and fresh water, enough set outside for her and her feral friends. Even when temps dropped below zero, I could not lure her in so my neighbor set her up with an outdoor shelter. I know KiKi’s the alpha female because I watched how other cats behave around her. She controls who eats here and which strays are allowed to cross my yard.

Then came Max, as in Maxwell Storm. I adopted him when a young girl knocked on my door with a gray tiger kitten in her arms. Would I please take her Stormy, their landlord said he had to go… should say that I took him in and KiKi adopted Max as she started coming into the house just to mother on him. I call her Mama now. And Max? He answers to Baby Boo.

So, I officially have ONE cat (Max) and feed the Queen, who allows select feral cats to share her dishes. They come in the night. Most totally avoid humans, so I rarely see them. Ye gads, Mars passed and I’ve become a cat lady.

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