BOO!

This was my first ever published art piece. It's an advertisement from my dad's political campaign, way back in the day...

While still timely advice, I bring this up because my dad will be honored tomorrow at the Wisconsin State Capitol! His sister and a few of my cousins will be there in my stead to witness this honor in person. I am very pleased that he will officially be remembered for his many years of community service. It's now on record.

"Rep. Born, State Representative of the 39^th Assembly District, has authored an Assembly resolution to recognize and honor your father, commemorate his life and commitment to public service." 

side note: I was trying out artist names so it's signed as "Shanalyn"

#thisghostlife

I'm apparently not me...

...so on this particular day, I was my own goddamn sketch artist.

You Leave Me

The loss of my handsome orangey boy, Tommy Scrapples, has been immense. I can feel the lack, the open space where there shouldn't be, the absence of his large presence...it's much too quiet in here. It's much too loud in some ways too; the quiet being almost deafening. This death was sudden, and fairly traumatizing to witness, let alone (I'm sure) endure. It's maybe, finally, really broken me. I might be dissociating. The circumstances truly did him wrong; it was total and complete bullshit. It was not right. He was robbed, and so was I. 

Twice, I made this piece, because the first time... it was not right. 

It's enough, for now, but it feels like not enough. 

Shock of the New

All Hail The Traveler.

Already Not Here

In the meantime...my cat died suddenly...and I may have decided that the title (above) is the new series title, since I just keep racking up more losses....or at least more than the three. I finished this piece yesterday. It's a collograph plate (technically), inked and wiped.

Hold Me While I'm Smiling