A portrait of a great person who uses her awesome talent (http://www.madelinevonfoerster.com) to help bring our attention  to endangered species in her latest body of work, wunderkammer.

Current Music: Fagatron- Alice (youtube)

 I love this! I considered keeping it for myself but I'm able to make identical prints on the same type of paper so the original is up for sale. It's done on amazing 100% recycled cotton paper. The paper is made of fibers swept up from a sewing factory an is entirely acid free.

Current Music: The Microphones- I felt your shape

I've been in a serious *funk* for the past week.
No painting, no pimping, no working, no.... nothing.
It fecking sucks, and I'm hoping these beers I'm drinking now, will help me get over it already!
Seriously. I need to pull my head out of my ass and get back to the blissful chaos that is my life. :-/

 So. eBay fucked me. I sold my record player and records/ cds yesterday for very low prices. Why? Because I need money. I don't know about the rest of you but for me art alone doesn't pay the bills these days (of course the bills are creditors so that may just be a losing battle period!).
Both buyers paid (something a lot of buyers on etsy simply do not do! WTF!) but I can't access the funds. Why? you say. Here:

Make sure to ship the item right away, so you'll have access to the funds sooner. We'll release the hold in 21 days unless you receive a dispute, claim, chargeback, or reversal on the transaction subject to the hold.

We may release the hold earlier if either of the following occurs: the buyer leaves you positive feedback on eBay, or we confirm that the item was delivered.* We can confirm delivery if you ship the item with USPS, FedEx, or UPS, and either use PayPal shipping labels or upload tracking information from the transaction details page. This applies to transactions within the United States.

So there ya go. If you are desperate for income don't try and sell your goods on eBay!
Shoot me in the face.

 This awesome vest by Kambriel:
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Altered shoes:

Vintage style record player:

 Just posted my Rasputina HWQTF promo book + 7" promo record. Both are in good condition:

http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=120448049674

I will also be listing:
My record player (in perfect condition!) for $35
Little black Edwardian style button up shoes for $15
Vest made by Kambriel (It's gorgeous, I got it to give someone as a gift but never got to do it) for $25
and two pen and ink original drawings done sepia ink for $25 ea.
If something sounds really good to you just email me before I list and I'd be happy to save it for you.
Love,
Tina

Current Music: Horse Feathers- Blood on the Snow

http://www.tinaimel.etsy.com 

Current Music: The Microphones- I felt your shape

 

Current Music: Iron and Wine- Each coming night

Those notes, brown lined paper with a blue stripe down the side and letters like lace on their pages, they are what life is. I didn't care that he saw you anymore. I still loved him, he still loved me and we had learned to be kind to each other. My stomach never panged at the thought of you, when I did bother to think of you. I knew you were beautiful, like me but better and that didn't matter. But the notes changed everything. They whispered in a soft and thoughtful voice with an eternal quality that soothed me. I hoped he'd never stop seeing you because I had become so addicted to your little letters that they became part of my work routine. I'd sit with my legs underneith me, a hot cup of  tea with brandy in it and an orange and wait for complete stillness. I'd unfold you, let the parchment open up to me and read slowly. I'd get drunk on your words and fall into a heap. You became my 5" paper muse and inorder to accept this I abstracted the rest of my life.
In one note, your note which started off with the rhythm of an old wind up clock with a gear rusted, you changed my whole life. I could not love my husband, or my home or my work anymore knowing you waere out there. It had always been about the two of us and my husband was just a shell, a vehicle to bring us close enough to see but never to touch.