Three Paintings Now For Sale

I’ve a few paintings for sale….

Krasskova Creations

I don’t usually sell the originals of my Shaman series. I become too attached to them during their creation. At some point though, one runs out of room for storing one’s art! lol. The end result is that I’ve chosen to sell two of them:

Oracle

Title: Oracle
Size: 14×18
Medium: acrylic on canvas
wired and ready to hang
Price: $125 plus shipping and handling.

shaman in ochres

Title: Shaman in Ochre
Size: 22×28
Medium: acrylic on canvas
wired and ready to hang
Price: $125 plus shipping and handling

I’m also selling a watercolor study that I recently did:

Playing Van Gogh

Title: Playing Van Gogh. — SOLD
Size: 12×16
Medium: watercolor on Arches paper
unframed, unmated
Price: $30 plus shipping and handling

The shipping and handling will vary. With the paintings, I need to bubble wrap them and secure them between two pieces of cardboard then put that in a proper box in order to guarantee…

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Evil Putti Having a Bit of Fun LOL

Years and years ago I studied for two summers in Berlin. While I was there, I visited Charlottenburg Castle. It’s a nice day trip and quite lovely. Being a photographer, I took a few photos for a book I eventually published,Numinous Places,” and now, as my husband is working on his next book of Dionysian poetry, putti…little cupids…keep coming up, both in his poetry and just in conversation as he’s been writing. It made me think of this particular photo, a close up of a bit of the molding in the ballroom at the  Castle. It looks to me like these putti are having some fun that’s not quite safe for work. lOL. 

Anyway, I’ll shortly be making this image into greeting cards so I figured I’d give y’all a sneak preview here. 

evil cupids from charlottenburg copy

Spirit-Worker Art – A Story About A Very Special Book

Dver over at Forest Door is selling a very special book. It’s filled with liminal, numinous things, wisps of magic, doorways to other places. There are only a few available for sale, so if you want one, don’t wait.

Check it out at the link below. They’re really cool.

“Let me tell you a story.

Many years ago, my spirits told me that I would eventually learn to integrate my magical practices and artistic pursuits, that I would begin making “spirit-worker art.” This concept appealed to me but I had no idea at the time how it would actually manifest. I knew it wasn’t just a matter of making witchy-looking stuff (there’s enough of that anyway) but rather a deeper level of utilizing Art to open Doorways. Eventually I came to rely more directly on certain spirits for artistic inspiration, and began seeing an increase in ability too – what They wanted made, got made, even when I didn’t think I possessed the necessary skills. There were masks, and puppets, and many glamourbombs.”

 

Read the rest here: Spirit-Worker Art – A Story About A Very Special Book

Just so we’re clear

As I posted on my other blog:

Gangleri's Grove

I have lately been getting harassed by a mentally ill individual so I am going to state this here so there is no misunderstanding. 

The material I post here and on any other website that I maintain (including but not limited to boneladyblog.wordpress.com), unless otherwise stated is mine. You do not have permission to use it in any other capacity. You may not use my images or my articles. If I find that you have stolen my work, I will take legal action. 

Is that clear enough for  you? 

Get therapy and stop spewing your pollution on me. Stop trying to make me part of your insane, delusional world. You are sick. Get help. 

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The World War I doughboys of New York City

this is really awesome. I had no idea there were so many WWI doughboy memorials in NYC. I have the beginning of a nice day’s visit here. We’re in the 100th anniversary of WWI and I believe today is the anniversary of America joining that war. I also have a first cousin twice removed, Wesley Heffner, private 1st Class in Company B of the 26th Infantry who didn’t make it home from France. He died at twenty years old in 1918. It’s important to remember. Our memories give our dead renewed life and restore to us our roots.

Ephemeral New York

No one quite knows where the term “doughboy” originated.

Coined in the 19th century, it may have come from the doughnut-like buttons on soldier uniforms, or it might stem from their doughy rations.

But this nickname for the millions of American infantrymen (and thousands of New Yorkers) who fought in World War I endures—as do the bronze doughboy statues that were funded by veterans’ groups and ordinary citizens after the war’s end in November 1918.

With April 6 marking the 100th anniversary of the United States’ entry into what was then known as the European War, take a look at a few of the nine doughboy statues standing in city parks and corners.

At the top left is the doughboy of DeWitt Clinton Park in Hell’s Kitchen—an excerpt from war poem “In Flanders Fields” carved in granite below him.

The Abingdon Square doughboy, pistol at the…

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First in a New Cento Series: Seven Deadly Sinners

I’ve been reading the early Church fathers quite a bit for some of the graduate classes I’m taking. Last night, I found myself greatly enjoying one particular book and I thought “some of these lines would make a great cento.” I decided to take seven of the Church Fathers, write a Cento for each based solely on one of their works and fit them into the seven deadly sins schema. *G* Here is the first. Kudos if you can not only tell me who it is, but what work this is from:

 Lust

I came to Carthage
and all around me hissed
a cauldron with illicit loves.
Clouds of muddy concupiscence
filled the air.
The soul fornicates.

I rushed head long into love
by which I was longing to be captured.
I was glad to be in bondage,
tied with troublesome chains.
I loved to suffer
and sought out occasions
for such suffering.

I pursued a sacrilegious quest for knowledge,
which led me down to faithless depths
and the fraudulent service of devils.

How I burned, how I burned
with a longing to leave earthly things
and fly back to you.
My error was my God.

Who am I?

(from lines: 3.1,2.2, 2.14, 3.1,3.4,3.5,3.8,4.12)

Yep. LOL

“Latin is the best thing that ever happened to humanity. It leaves you zero room for nonsense. You don’t have to be a genius. But it requires laser-sharp concentration and total maturity. If you don’t know what time of day it is, or what your name is, or where you are, don’t try Latin because it will smear you on the wall like an oil spot.”

                                –Reginald Foster (Quoted in this piece). 

Exactly why it should be required in middle, high school, and college!