–This Sunday we’re going to do something a little different.
As much as I would’ve liked to share some new artwork with you this weekend, my ongoing health issues have been acting up the last few days & it’s left me with a series of nasty migraines that have been hindering my ability to concentrate.
I don’t want any of you to worry. I’m getting the best possible care I can get and have been showing some signs of improvement lately.
So with all that said & out of the way,
I’d simply like to recap/re-share my last 2 posts on here within our little Sleepy Sundays timeframe.
“There’s been a tear through our world again. I’m not sure what it means this time. She left a stench on my soul. I feel her near lately now more than ever. Though we’ve binded her for now. I wonder why she’s near. I wonder if she’ll return. We’ll just have to wait and see.‘
It’s not often we do these compilation-type postings, but this week we have to make an exception.
Your charming lady host (Daydreams) is a teensy bit under-the-weather.
Daydreams wanted to talk about the Summer Solstice that just happened this Friday, and how we often celebrate the changing of seasons here at CardCastles. (The Fall Equinox, The Winter Solstice, The Spring Equinox, and The Summer Solstice.) Nature had other plans this weekend.
These are some of the most popular artworks from or inspired by summers passed:
We will be relocating our operations here as far as artwork. The office will be moving and you may have noticed I am redesigning the website to match our new digs. We’re hoping you all find it cozy still once it’s all said and done.
This weekend I’ve designed a few more nature-inspired pieces to be added to the new gallery. This is the first of that set.
Is anything in your life moving on/moving out or taking “flight”?
We’re slowly packing our things again for yet another move. The future is somewhat uncertain but we’ve been planning out how the next few months should go. We’re all so ready to leave this place, including my son. While I sorted out upcoming errands and filed away my folders for the night, I added this piece to the collection of prints coming up for sale as wall art and greeting cards. It actually started out as my son’s idea and it is brilliant. This one is another trip into the fantasy genre.
Why not escape far away for a while before we head someplace new and have to do all of that un-fun grown-up stuff. 🙂
It is with mild apprehension today I’m announcing the full shutdown of CardCastles for an unknown amount of time.
When I say full shutdown, it’s due to the inclusion of all social media accounts that are an extension of this place. I’m cancelling everything left I had planned for the rest of this year as well as putting a halt to The Holiday Collection.
The merge with Snapping Turtle is also being temporarily put on pause.
There’s a lot of reasons for all of these closures, but the main one being my health is on the steady and rapid decline.
Most of all, I’m very sorry to add to that list, the Art Services I provide will no longer be available until further notice. I cannot take on any more jobs this year and quite possibly well into 2018. My apologies to those of you that very recently sent in requests.
If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to contact me privately below.
When I first started out, “Daydreams” was very much a character.
Now she’s just a cloak that I wear to protect whatever little shred of privacy I have left.
I’ve all but exposed my whole ass for the world to see. Most are no longer comfortable with me since I’m not fluffing their egos while being kind and PC. But I’m getting off-track a bit. Let’s rewind to the first half of this before I go any further.
It chirped away. Not a pleasant bell like that of a teeny sparrow, but a manic, repetitive, screeching sound akin to metal on metal. I could almost sense what it was. In fact, in the corners of my subconscious, I think I very much did.
It was a person in my professional network, pointing me towards the mouthes of the displeased.
Displeasure—oh, how I’ve danced with you on and off these past few years.
Passive-aggressive in its nature, though point taken, it stood out like a festering sore on a beautiful face. It’s always a meme, right? No one can pull me aside and quietly voice their grievances. No, it has to be shouted to their entire following, but covertly enough that I can’t expose them. So much so that if I did, I’d look like the crazy one.
This is not the first time.
Or the second.
And I’m sure it won’t be the last.
Oh no, definitely not the last. But I’m not allowed to feel either.
“Oh stop whining.”
“What a butthurt bitch.”
“Quit playing the victim.”
I can hear it now. Loud as ever.
I’ve been more vocal on human rights issues and more. These are some things sadly deemed “political.”
“It ain’t cute, sweetheart.” They said I was shaming people. Well darlin’ sadly, in these times we’re living in, some things need to be shamed.
In the words of someone I’ve always deeply admired that’s been harmed by the very industry I work alongside:
So what’s wrong with me calling these issues out? Why does that all of a sudden make me not your cup of tea? What does my little insignificant voice have to do with your happiness? Why do you feel the need to tear me down in the process?
I thought I was well past letting bullshit like that penetrate me. But it has. Yet again. Especially when these [very public] bashings start to effect my income. (If I showed you the numbers, and how far they’ve traveled downward since about May 2017, you’d cry.)
I’m slowly moving past it. After all, the projects on my desk don’t give a shit who is ripping me apart and why. I had a little outburst over it, then soon after regretted it. It made me look like the asshole. It made me look immature. Though I come from a place where if you don’t respond, you’re a coward. Though in today’s world, if you do respond, you’re giving them attention and that also winds up making you look like an idiot.
Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.
Amidst all this madness I had a great conversation with one of my best friends whom I consider like adopted family. He spoke of similar situations with slimy people’s passive-aggressive nature and likened getting rid of such negativity to purging impurities with flames. What a beautiful comparison it was. Like the practice of burning sage—a cleansing ritual.
So I guess what I’m stabbing at in all this is, sometimes we need to purge the ugliness in our life with flames. And no, I’m not telling you to go set shit on fire. (Ya crazy asses.) I’m simply hinting at the notion that in order to truly move up and move on in our lives, sometimes we really need to cut things loose—set them ablaze. One thing I’m learning is it doesn’t matter how many times we feel we have to do this. If we feel the need, it’s probably for a reason. There’s probably another phase ready for us on the other side waiting.