Magic Love Crow Reclaims Her All (and shares some of it with us)

I met her years ago… while her brushes rejoiced in birthing baby crows. I fell in love with the innocence of her art, the bright sweetness of her colors, the gentleness of her heart… Since then, Magic Love Crow has grown and grown… and I love what art and artist continue to become.

Magic Love Crow

A month or so ago, Stacy, mistress of Magic Love Crow, said something about spending a lot of time painting “backgrounds” and enjoying the activity to no end. Then she shared this piece:

Rouge, by Magic Love Crow“Rouge”

The explosion of colors and textures inspired me to take a trip down memory lane. I clicked back and forth, between pieces created in 2011 and some of Stacy’s most recent work. I was amazed (and rather pleased) by how her art has evolved. In the beginning, Stacy’s paintings were full of the cutest wee creatures. It was impossible to look at her paintings without cooing.

Baby Crow and Baby Owl, by Magic Love Crow“Baby Crow and Baby Owl”

Later, colors became brighter… talons got sharper… Stacy’s baby crows began to fly…

The Landing At Sunset, by Magic Love Crow“The Landing at Sunset”

A couple of years ago, our talented Stacy’s crows dropped their fuzzy feathers and morphed into strong-winged symbols for so much more: healing, love for self, discovery, romantic love, and hope were only a few of the motifs that began to hatch.

Love Me Like You Do, by Magic Love Crow“Love Me Like You Do”

Then came the deliciously mythical (and a personal favorite) touch of Stacy’s crow women and birds. These paintings are full of strength and magic, of life and what comes next, of wonder…

You Are Beautiful, by Magic Love Crow“You Are Beautiful”

I found so much delight in exploring the evolution of Magic Love Crow, that I wanted to share the experience with you. I had planned to write this post at the end of this month or after April. But when Stacy emailed me to ask if it was all right to name a very special painting after a line in one of my poems (to which I said “Yes!”, of course), I felt the need to share the yum now.

Reclaiming My All, by Magic Love Crow“Reclaiming My All”

And speaking of sharing…

Stacy is offering “Reclaiming My All”, the special painting in question, as a giveaway. This piece, with its fiercely crimson bits and rough edges… has a story of its own. Please visit Stacy’s blog, and read “Reclaiming My All”, so that you, too, can feel the power of its origins.

To Enter the “Reclaiming My All” Giveaway….

All you have to do is leave me a comment saying, “I want ‘Reclaiming My All’”. That’s it, my Wicked Luvs. There is no other requirement for entering the giveaway. But… I would LOVE to know why this particular painting, or Magic Love Crow’s work in general, appeals to you.

Giveaway Rules, details and stuff…

* I (or Stacy) need to be able to contact the winner. If you don’t have a website or social media profile, through which we can interact, then please add your email to your comment. If your name comes up, and I (or Stacy) have no way to contact you, we will choose another name.

* To my Canadian Luvs, before you can claim your prize, I must test your mathematical brilliance by asking you a very obscure question, such as… what’s 13 + .5? Yeah, as obscure as the law

* This giveaway ends on March 17th, 2015, at 11:59 pm, EDT. The name of the winner will be added to the end of this post on March 18th, and contacted on the same day.

* This giveaway is open worldwide, excluding any place where prohibited by law.

Edited on 3/18/16 (to announce the winner) And the winner of the giveaway is

Laura Morrigan, from Roses and Vellum

Congrats, Laura! Please send me your mailing information (magalyguerrero @ live . com).
♥ 😉 ♥

The Good, the Bad and the… Are those Fangs in Your Grin, Dear?

The healing of my innards has been happening at a speed slow enough to make the world’s slowest snail flex its running muscles, while leaving my weepy gut in the slimy trail of its disdain. That’s the Bad bit, my Wicked Luvs—I’m not healing as quickly as expected (or as hoped), and the situation wreaks havoc with the rest of my living. Treatment that was supposed to last six weeks has been extended to thirteen weeks (at least I got a good number, right?). Then it’s all down a considerably crappy hill from there. But…

Weeping about what cannot be changed is not for me or my eyeballs, so let’s talk about the Good: my reading, filling out forms, and other time-sucking daily activities (I’d rather not do) have been reduced by nearly three hours. This gives me at least 180 delicious extra minutes to write myself some yummily dark fiction. What does that mean, Magaly darling? You might be asking your hot selves. And because you are so freaking cool, I will, of course, tell you: a month (at my current energy levels) doesn’t give me enough time to write, edit and polish the long short story collection I wanted to publish in April. But…

Five weeks (plus 1 *since 6 is such an ugly number*) might work quite well for the development of Drusilla’s novella. I mean… seriously, my Wicked Luvs, what soul in her right mind wouldn’t want to visit “Camp Cute, Creepy and (Quite Conveniently) Remote” in springtime?

I completed the outline of the story yesterday. My aim is to have the first rough draft finished by the end of the month *fingers crossed and typing gaily*. I will share updates via my old new Facebook Page, which I’ve just pulled out of the pits of unpublished oblivion.

If you’ve yet to meet Drusilla Amarantha Tepes, the Only, know this: she’s armless, she’s legless, she’s a tween who loves herself, her mad family and her friends to bits… Her mind works in cackle-producing ways that tend to warm the heart and tickle the senses. You can find a listing of her stories and poems on my Web Serials page.

I chose to delight in the writing of Drusilla’s story at this particular time because I love the dark sweetness of her uncanny ways. Also, because she brings to mind Charles Addams’ Wednesday and Neil Gaiman’s Coraline… and for me, my Wicked Luvs, that’s practically soul therapy. 😉

Drusilla“Tween Drusilla”, stitched to grinning life by Emma Yardis (of Little Gothic Horrors)