Artsy Fartsy

I’m sure you’ve all had enough with the art promotion posts already, so this will be the last one for a little while.

My prints are FINALLY in and up on my Etsy account. Code SUPPORTLOCALARTISTS at checkout will give you 10% off. This artwork is affordable and beautiful and can really add character to any room!

etsy.com/shop/MistycalEmporium

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11″ x 14″ print

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11″ x 11″ print

& many more!

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Etsy product update – “Fuck” prints added

Hello again! I have added four prints to my Etsy shop, and there are many more to come here within the next few days! These prints are 11″ x 11″, SUPER colorful, and only $10.00! They are printed on card-stock and would look great either framed or put straight on the wall. Don’t need one for yourself? This would make an awesome and unique gift.

–> https://www.etsy.com/listing/224247714/fuck-original-painting-11-x-11-print <–

Thanks, guys!

Happiness (a brief update)

My Etsy shop, MistycalEmporium, as I told in a previous post, was just opened up (yay)! I am pushing my depression and anxieties out of the way and embracing the gifts that I have been given. For many years, I have used my bed as a safe haven..my happy place, or so I thought. Happiness, for me, is not lying in bed over-thinking or forcing sleep upon myself to forget the worries of the current day; happiness is cherishing every moment and doing all that I can to make use of my talents, whether it be helping others through a hard time or painting my thoughts. Daily, I am working on new items for my Etsy shop; there will be new merchandise added daily (hopefully)! Currently there are two items, both of which are hand painted by me. Prints of those items will be coming to the shop shortly. Exciting things are happening in my life and in my Etsy shop, so don’t be shy; keep up with me and my journey.

Thank you to anyone who has offered kind words, sent positive vibes, or encouraged me to pursue my dreams.

https://www.etsy.com/shop/MistycalEmporium

What am I, but Human?

What am I, but human?

Why am I expected to be so much?
My complex mind consumes me,
how am I ever to know how much is enough?
How much anxiety do I face before I refuse to take anymore?
How many tears to drown my cheekbones,
how many tears to make my weary eyes sore?

What am I, but human?

What else am I to be?
If there was another option,
then believe me, I’d flee.
I’d flee from all my worries-
I’d flee from my regrets.
Not only would I flee from myself,
I’d flee from those who love me best.