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Now that the holidays are nearly over, I took a look at the Christmas tree. Now I haven’t considered myself ‘Christian’ for over fifteen years. The origins of the Christmas tree actually has pre-Christian roots, pardon the pun. Regardless, the tree put out for nostalgia and tradition.

As I get older, I still cannot fathom chopping down live trees for only a few weeks consumption. The smell of fresh pine might be nice. A huge bushy tree certainly looks impressive in your house. However, I personally see getting a live tree a waste of money. Not only is it frivolous, but it doesn’t look so pretty when discarded live trees are thrown out on the sidewalk curb. The only good thing in getting a live tree is that it gives people jobs.

The faker the tree, the better. I like it when Christmas trees have artificial colors. Blue, silver, white, gold. Why? Why not?

Anyway, in the past, I’ve enjoyed decorating Xmas trees. This year I noticed something different. When you take one of those pre-lighted trees, don’t put any decorations on it, and just plug it in…it looks fine by itself. All you have to do it put an angel or a star on top and – ta dah – you’re done.

Maybe it was the result of some of the art classes I’ve taken, where you’re taught the ‘less is more’ aesthetic. There’s the desire to simplify life, not embrace so much clutter. Perhaps I just really didn’t want to go through the hassle of physically taking out the ornaments, only to put them away a few weeks later. Whatever it was…perhaps one can take this as a sign to look past life’s distractions. Instead focus at what’s really important.

Either that, or I’ve realized after all this time, a lot of Xmas decor is just gaudy.

Watercolor and gouache, done completely freehand without penciling. Dec. 2013. Art by Michele Witchipoo.

Watercolor and gouache, done completely freehand without penciling. Dec. 2013. Art by Michele Witchipoo.

Above is the illustration done in watercolor and gouache, done completely by freehand. No pencil work, just straight from the brush.

Oh, and btw…I always found that song “Feed The Tree” by Belly to be annoying.

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Here’s a watercolor illustration. For those who celebrate Christmas.

Christmas Angel Dec. 2013. Watercolor by Michele Witchipoo.

Christmas Angel Dec. 2013. Watercolor by Michele Witchipoo.

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This past Friday was the benefit for Punk Island, taking place in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. There were bands which afterwards was an art auction. Local artists donated artwork to raise money for Punk Island 2013.

So not only have I not managed to make it to any of the Punk Island shows, I almost didn’t make it to this event. You see, I was exhausted and ready to call it a night. Yet my friend convinced me to go. Plus I had flyers to pick up and promote for the Welcome To My Nightmare show next month. Missed the bands but arrived just in time for the auction.

Rev. Wodka glitter painting. Created Fall 2012. Mixed medium with acrylic and glitter. Sold May 2013 at the Punk Island Art Auction benefit.

Rev. Wodka glitter painting. Created Fall 2012 by Michele Witchipoo. Mixed medium, acrylic and glitter. Sold May 2013 at the Punk Island art auction benefit.

I had donated a mixed medium painting created seven months ago titled Rev. Wodka. The acrylic and glitter painting was originally on sale at my Esty site, but I figured it would would be better off at the auction. In theme with all things Punk. So off went Rev. Wodka, who found a new home that night. I also included an old mini issue of my comic Psycho Bunny.

Phil Lentz starting the action at the art auction to benefit Punk Island 2013. Williamsburg, Brooklyn. NYC. May 2013.

Phil Lentz starting the action at the art auction to benefit Punk Island 2013. Williamsburg, Brooklyn. NYC. May 2013.

There were lots of awesome artists who donated their time and talent to this benefit. There were original signed and numbered concert poster prints by Joe Simko, who did  illustrations for bands like The Misfits and GWAR. Original concert photography was also donated to the cause. The best was saved for last, when Justin Melkmann, comic book artist and member of the band WW9 donated a personal letter from G.G. Allen to the auction.

Here’s a few other photos from that night. Can’t say I know of the exact date of Punk Island itself, but it’s usually free and takes place during the summer on Governor’s Island. Best bet is to do a search for info regarding the exact time date and location for the event.

Art auction/benefit for Punk Island 2013. May 2013 Williamsburg, Brooklyn. NYC.

Art auction/benefit for Punk Island 2013. May 2013 Williamsburg, Brooklyn. NYC.

Actual flyer and letter sent to Justin Melkmann from G.G. Allen, when G.G. was in prison. Donated to the art auction to benefit Punk Island 2013.

Actual flyer and letter sent to Justin Melkmann from G.G. Allen, when G.G. was in prison. Donated to the art auction to benefit Punk Island 2013.

Actual letter from G.G. Allen. Donated to the art auction benefit for Punk Island 2013. Photo taken May 2013 in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, NYC.

Actual letter from G.G. Allen. Donated to the art auction benefit for Punk Island 2013. Photo taken May 2013 in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, NYC.

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Welcome To My Nighmare VIII. I’ll be here showing my work and selling my comics. Don’t miss it.

Welcome To My Nghtmare Flyer. Spring 2013.

Welcome To My Nghtmare Flyer. Spring 2013.

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A painting I did six months ago was donated to this benefit:

Flyer for Punk Island Art Benefit, May 2013. Artwork by Justin Melkmann.

Flyer for Punk Island Art Benefit, May 2013. Artwork by Justin Melkmann.

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As a child I wasn’t into celebrating Easter all that much. Just remember new outfits and sometimes the family would walk through Central Park. I got Easter baskets complete with a chocolate bunny.

Another Instagram photo. Red right hand bunny. Must be a Nick Cave fan. Bad joke. Photo by Michele Witchipoo, March 2013.

Another Instagram photo. Red right hand bunny. Must be a Nick Cave fan. Bad joke. Photo by Michele Witchipoo, March 2013.

March 2013. It seems as if everyone was making a big deal about various Spring holidays more than usual. Probably because it just seemed like the longest Winter ever. Even I got tired of the Frost Giants. Apparently The Hrimpursar had overstayed their welcome.

This year I had dinner with my parents. Now I realize that I was raised as an only child within a dysfunctional family. Which sorta explains my perspective and sense of humor. Yet surprisingly it was nice for a change. I showed up solo to dinner. My mother gave me my birthday presents along with parental warmth. My father didn’t get on my case for a change. Afterwards both me and my mom watched of all things this feminist documentary. It was broadcasting on some public television station. When I was growing up, I cannot recall my mother embracing any type of feminist concepts. Odd, but another pleasant surprise. Then mom asked me if I ever watched that CBS reality show ‘The Amazing Race.’ It was then I realized my mother always liked to travel.

After dinner I did a quick sketch of my mother. Photo from when she was either in her late teens or early twenties.

After dinner I did a quick sketch of my mother. Photo from when she was either in her late teens or early twenties.

In her single life she was doing exactly that. During the late 1960s, my mother arrived on the U.S. shores looking for work as a nanny. Originally she planned to head back to Liverpool, England, but not before she had a taste of the American life. Then one night she decided to check out the Roseland Ballroom. That visit changed her life. She met a man who would known as my father. He convinced her not to go back to the U.K. and stay with him. Then they spawned me and completely ruined everything.

I joke. Well sort of. They’re still together after all this time. Along the way they slowly accepted my ever changing tastes in music, hair colors and a love of all things dark. Do I ever want to be like them? Hmm…yes and no. My mother will always have a kind, compassionate heart. She can never be as incorrigible as me. We’re both cat lovers. Guess it runs in the family.

A friend of Psycho Bunny? Must be tough hiding all those eggs. At least he goes top shelf. Found this photo on Facebook. Best bunny pic of the year. Photographer unknown.

A friend of Psycho Bunny? Must be tough hiding all those eggs. At least he goes top shelf. Found this photo on Facebook. Best bunny pic of the year. Photographer unknown.

Headed back home. Bunny hopping time was over. Again, it just seemed to be as if everyone was celebrating some sort of spring holiday. Passover, Spring Equinox, Ostara, Easter, eating chocolate bunny day, any other holiday I missed, take your pick. Bunnies had a resurgence. Especially with memes being uploaded on Facebook. For the first time ever, I got sick of anything hare related. Bunnies, rabbits, etc. Bleh. The next day I did this watercolor piece:

Beltaine Bunny. Watercolor. March/April 2013. Created by Michele Witchipoo.

Beltaine Bunny. Watercolor. March/April 2013. Created by Michele Witchipoo.

Here I am with the shimmery glitter watercolors again. Of course you can’t tell that it’s glitter watercolor due to the scan. Once again. Anyway, I combined two of the spring holidays here. Easter and Beltane. Easter and Beltane really have nothing to do with each other, except for the pastel colors. Yet I missed Ostara and Spring Equinox. So I figured I would do a nod to Easter while waiting for Walpurgisnacht.

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Back in late August 2012, someone asked me if I knew who Quentin Crisp was.

“Of course I know who he is” I replied in a not-so-eloquent manner.

That tidbit was one of the few things I remember from that night. It had tied in with a conversation about Doctor Who somewhat. Now ask me about anything else that happened that night. My next response would be ‘answers on a postcard please.’

Anyway…for the past two days, the U.S. Supreme Court have been going over the case about same sex marriages. (http://www.cnn.com/2013/03/26/politics/same-sex-marriage-court)

Personally, I don’t even know why we’re even debating this in this day and age. If anything, it’s a distraction from other issues. Let’s say two people are lucky to find love with one another. Then what difference does it make whether or not if it’s a union between opposite genders or the same sex? Is it really any of our business? Oh, and if gay couples want to be as miserable as straight couples, then be my guest. Cause it’s not that I’m against gay marriage. I’m all for it. I just question why anyone would want to get married in the first place, regardless of gay, straight or whatever.

I jest. If I found someone I was truly in love with, then I would get married. Deep down inside I’m a romantic at heart. It’s just hard to find that special someone who will put up with your nonsense 24-7, and vice-versa. There’s love and then there’s the pure, unconditional love. Anyone can fall in ‘love.’ It’s whether or not it’s unconditional that remains to be seen.

I’ve been lucky though. I’ve had experiences of this unconditional love that I speak of. Despite my increasingly misanthropic outlook, I would not hesitate to give unconditional love in return.

What is love in general? Why do people get married in the first place? Chances are, it’s not really love. People marry for all sorts of reasons, and usually it’s for the wrong ones. So when it’s in the right, marriage no matter what sexual orientation shouldn’t matter.

If I was a divorce lawyer, I would be delighted for the national legalization of gay marriage. Just think about all the increased revenue!

I kid, I kid. I know a few married gay couples, and they’re doing just fine. A union should be one of choice. Haven’t quoted Alister Crowley in a long time, but this comes to mind:

4. Man has the right to love as he will:—
“take your fill and will of love as ye will,
when, where, and with whom ye will.” —AL. I. 51

There you have it. So when news of gay marriages and nine justices debating about same sex marriage was heard, I thought about Quentin Crisp. If he was still alive, I wonder how he would feel about it. After all, he was the Oscar Wilde of our time. A raconteur daring to live an openly homosexual lifestyle when it was illegal in Britain. A man brave enough to live as an eccentric, setting an example for generations to come. Most of all, he was an individual whose every move developed into a work of art. Most people should be so lucky to be that exciting.

Regardless of the US Supreme outcome, here’s two Quentin inspired pieces I created. One is a meme that I’m giving away. Please feel free to use it and pass it along.

Quentin Crisp and red equal sign meme. Created by Michele Witchipoo March 27th, 2013.

Quentin Crisp and red equal sign meme. Created by Michele Witchipoo March 27th, 2013.

The other is a drawing and watercolor illustration done in the wee hours of the night. Pen, ink and shimmery, glitter watercolor. Again, the scan does not do justice to the glitter watercolor effect. In person this painting looks kinda pretty. A fitting portrait of a pioneer.

Quentin Crisp. Quickie illustration by Michele Witchipoo. Created March 28th, 2013. Pen, ink, glitter watercolor.

Quentin Crisp. Quickie illustration by Michele Witchipoo. Created March 28th, 2013. Pen, ink, glitter watercolor.

And yes, I know who Quentin Crisp is. Everyone should.

Links:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quentin_Crisp

http://www.crisperanto.org/

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