O Canada (1970), Joyce Wieland
To make this print, Wieland put on greasy lipstick and pressed her lips onto a clean lithography stone, forming the syllables of the Canadian national anthem. The piece plays with ideas of feminism and nationalism. The “O” in the title is repeated in the shape of the lips, suggesting both fervent patriotism and a kind of eroticism.
(Source: oh-girl-among-the-roses, via russah)
4:00 pm • 19 January 2014 • 56,357 notes
I made a fortune teller zine initially just for myself, but then i decided to make a bunch for my shop! Woo hoo! There are lots of little hidden messages of advice, cute sugar skulls, good cheer, love and a dash of silliness. Stay inside on a rainy day, built a fort with your best buddy and tell each others fortunes!
I’ve also updated my shop with new prints, a fresh batch of ghost guides, an original painting and painted lockets, check it out if you like :)
❤ MY LIL SHOP ❤
A brand new spooky mini comic/spell book (curandera AND bruja approved!) done by yours truly is also coming this Friday. SO STOKED.
Stay tuned and thanks for your support everyone, it means a whole big heart full of a lot in my tiny, spooky corner of the internet ❤
3:58 pm • 19 January 2014 • 53 notes
Finally cleaned out my list of blogs I follow. Its gone from over 900 to only 242. This art blog revamp project has taken a while but I’m getting on track!!
9:21 pm • 12 January 2014
Doodle from today while trying to avoid cleaning.
"The Bee Charmer"
look its my art on my other blog I drew a thing I promise to post some more soon I’m just really slack and its hard having two blogs
11:52 pm • 18 November 2013 • 2 notes
When I met Johnny, I was pure virgin. He changed that. He was my first everything. My first real kiss. My first real boyfriend. My first fiancé. The first guy I had sex with. So he’ll always be in my heart. Forever. Kind of funny that word.” - Winona Ryder
4:49 pm • 11 November 2013 • 238,878 notes
So around November a friend gave me a deer carcass for a project I’m in the process of cultivating. I left it hang in a tree over winter to dry out. Today, I went to take it down…but to my surprise, I found new life forming in the heart of death.
THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME
4:36 pm • 11 November 2013 • 159,009 notes