Walking Art

I’ve always been a little jealous of artistic people whose aesthetics are as creative as their minds. You know the ones … edgy make up, multicolored hair, layered outfits that shouldn’t look as fabulous off the hanger as it does. I see them as walking advertisements for their creative brand.

My hair is my thing. It’s always been long, frizzy, curly and out of control. There have been so many times that I wanted to do something crazy like chop it off or bleach it blonde, but I never had the guts. Even going to a medium cut left me craving for my long hair again.

But this year sucked, you guys, so I decided I was done wishing and daydreaming. It was my turn to advertise the colorful, crazy ideas floating around in my head.

And so it began …

Blonde tips

First, I bleached my tips. Yes, I actually let bleach touch my hair for a solid 50 minutes.

Straightened colored hair

Then it was time to straighten and style.

Thank you to my friend who Photoshopped this creepy photo of me into Harley Quinn. Guess I know who I’ll be for Halloween next year!

Harley Quinn hair color

Yes, the style of color was inspired by Suicide Squad’s Harley Quinn. I regret nothing.


Merry Christmas hair

It was a very merry Christmas and happy New Year, indeed!


The end!


Withering Hearts

My latest painting/mod podge project!

This time I used a paperback copy of Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte and incorporated several quotes from one of the darkest scenes of the novel: the conversation between Heathcliff and Cathy before her death.

I have wanted to create Bronte art pieces for a few years now. It keeps me from tattooing them on my skin.

Withering Hearts by Felicia Clark - March 5, 2014

“Withering Hearts” by Felicia Clark – March 4, 2014

The quotes in the painting are read from top left to top right and down below (I also bolded the most famous quotes from the story):

‘Are you possessed with a devil,’ he pursued, savagely, ‘to talk in that manner to me when you are dying? Do you reflect that all those words will be branded into my memory, and eating deeper eternally after you have left me? You know you lie to say I have killed you: and, Catherine, you know that I could as soon forget you as my existence! Is it not sufficient for your infernal selfishness, that while you are at peace I shall writhe in the torments of hell?’

‘I’m not wishing you greater torment than I have, Heathcliff. I only wish us never to be parted: and should a word of mine distress you hereafter, think I feel the same distress underground, and for my own sake, forgive me! Come here and kneel down again! You never harmed me in your life. Nay, if you nurse anger, that will be worse to remember than my harsh words! Won’t you come here again? Do!’

‘Oh, you see, Nelly, he would not relent a moment to see me out of the grave. That is how I’m loved! Well, never mind. That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he’s in my soul.

‘You teach me now how cruel you’ve been–cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they’ll blight you–they’ll damn you. You loved me–then what right had you to leave me? What right–answer me–for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart–you have broken mine. So much the worse for me, that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you–oh God! would you like to live with your soul in the grave?’

‘I forgive you. Forgive me!’
‘It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,’ he answered. ‘Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer–but yours! How can I?

‘Her senses never returned: she recognised nobody from the time you left her,’ I said. ‘She lies with a sweet smile on her face; and her latest ideas wandered back to pleasant early days. Her life closed in a gentle dream–may she wake as kindly in the other world!’

‘May she way in torment!’ he cried, with frightful vehemence, stamping his foot, and groaning in a sudden paroxysm of ungovernable passion. ‘Why, she’s a liar to the end! Where is she? Not there–not in heaven–not perished–where? Oh! you said you cared nothing for my sufferings! And I pray one prayer–I repeat it till my tongue stiffens–Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I’m living! You said I killed you–haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe–I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always–take any form–drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!
He dashed his head against the knotted trunk; and, lifting up his eyes, howled, not like a man, but like a savage beast getting goaded to death with knives and spears.

I observed several splashed of blood about the bark of the tree.

The drying mod podge made it look foggy. Too bad it didn't stay like that.

The drying mod podge made it look foggy. Too bad it didn’t stay like that.

To see my other mod podge projects, visit my Crafts page.

Revived Newspaper Earrings

I fixed my favorite pair of earrings this morning and I wanted to share:

Newspaper earrings Newspaper earrings

Newspaper earrings

Thanks to Hobby Lobby’s nickel-free earring hooks, I can now wear my newspaper-covered earrings again!


Tree Words … Mod-Podge-Rocks!

Well, I’ve been at it again with my Mod Podge word projects. This time I tried to incorporate it into my paintings. However, since I am new to painting, I have not mastered mixing and blending so I mostly paint silhouettes.

My latest project is a silhouette of a bare branched tree against a bright yellow background. What makes this piece special is that I cut out words from my dictionary that spell out the word tree and used Mod Podge to glue on the pieces as the background. Then I painted a bright yellow color over the top and finally the tree.

Tree Word Project


What do you do with your mod podge?


Bookshelf Word Project

LunaMy cat Luna was nice enough to help me on my latest craft project. One that I have stewed over for a year now: How should I decorate my bookshelf?

I thought perhaps I would do a vintage theme with my 1950s magazines that I bought from the Oshkosh Antiques Store, but I didn’t feel it made sense for a bookshelf. At least not mine. No, it had to involve words. The only possible option came to me about a month ago when an old dictionary fell into my lap …

My job recently rid itself of unusable dictionaries after the new editions were finally ordered. My co-workers knew about my Mod Podge fetish and allowed me to claim one. But I wasn’t just going to put it on my bookshelf (in alphabetical order according to author’s last name); I decided to tear out random pages and glue the pieces to my bookshelf doors for decoration.

It involved a pair of scissors, a paint brush, the Webster’s II New College Dictionary, and Mod Podge.

I made sure the words:

  • snowflake,
  • reeve, and
  • literary

were visible. Also, I wanted the picture of a balalaika to stand out. Honestly, I don’t know the instrument, but it looks like it would sound a lot like a mandolin and that’s good enough for me.

Thankfully, the dictionary was out-of-date to the point that, if it was not functional at work, it was as good as crafts.