More Recent Work

Did this commission for a lovely couple who love to boat and love

their dogs, recent and departed.

I had done one similar to this for a client and got a request for another. This family that bought it, the father has one of my pieces tattooed on his side. Some days its hard for me to believe that people

like my work that much.

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Some recent ones....

My buddy Margaret has been writing some strangely cool things that have inspired me to 

do equally twisted drawings...

I just had an idea one day and jotted this down.

Saw my hubby and my youngest 'sharing' a lollipop and this is where my 

imagination took it. 

Thanks for looking everyone! 

Take a little Trip....

Happy Friday!!!!
It was a slow roll out of bed this morning, my kids as well. Surly toddler,  angsty teens and a crabby tweens - it was not pretty. But the show must go on! I've got a LOT on the brain. My life has been a little topsy turvy lately, things have finally calmed down - I'm hoping to pop out more work soon....this one I love. I'm squirreling it away in my office so I can look at it until it finds a home. Hats and purses are my fav... and we can't forget the little creepy little thing with a lollipop.
I look forward to working this weekend - want to take a peek in my head?

1. My Odd Family for the Odditorium in Detriot submission. A three-legged baby isn't too weird is it?

2.  A poker picture...my hubby suggested knives and mustaches.

3. More straightjackets! I can't get enough of buttons and straightjackets.

4. My fascination with all things vintage 20's and 30's.

5. Books, books, books....dare I say more?

If you'd like to see more of Creepymama's artwork, please visit her and her sister, Olivia the Dollmaker at :

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Ah, it's that time of year when I get to make up silly things for the holidays and scribble my insane thoughts for you to enjoy sending to your loved ones. Between bouts of the baby's icky illness and my real life, this is one of the cards I did for the holidays. I have more coming up, but for whatever reason, my brain was stuck on Christmas first - so I did those. I fixed up a couple of Halloween cards, which my sister and I will put on our site soon.
I feel like I've been battling the ideas in my head..I've been working on a story I hope you will enjoy, I am taking my time to make sure I do it right. It just takes so long...but it will be worth it! However, nefarious little pictures pop up in the middle of my doing this and I end up doing three pictures at one time. Someone brought up an idea - she wants to order a series of my reprints, about 16 of them in postcard size. Would you guys order something like this?

If you'd like to see more of Creepymama's artwork, please visit her and her sister, Olivia the Dollmaker at :
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Love - Boy Style

Love, the way  boys show it -is usually in the form of headlocks, farting on each other or running and giving their mother a random hug. Beefy, our two year old, wakes up before his brothers.
Me: "Let's wake up the boys, go get 'em!"
Beefy: "Yesh..."
He toddles into Drama's room and delivers an eye poke.
Drama: "MO-OM! He poke -"
Me: "It's still there. Can it. Don't forget to brush your teeth."
Beefy is delighted with his mission, heads to Pottymouth's room. "JAAAAAAA!!!" and crawls up on the bed, all fat baby arms and with the gentleness of a herd of wild buffalo, hugs Pottymouth.
Pottymouth:  "Hey, baby..did you sleep good? Oh, hey Mom. Check out this shi-"
Me:  "Not now, time to get up."
Beefy then heads to Type A's room - barrels in, smacks him on the ass and runs. It must be little brother instinct or something to hit big brother..
Type-A:  "AH!!! MOM!"
Me: "Good morning! Aren't little brothers great?"
Type-A: "Ha.Ha. Mom. Is there coffee?"


If you'd like to see more of Creepymama's artwork, please visit her and her sister, Olivia the Dollmaker at :
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Strange wonderful things...

I'm experiencing strange wonderful things lately with artwork and as my sister says, the universe is telling us something. We've gone to the Farmer's Markets in the past couple of weeks and I hear this at least 5 or 6 times every single time:

"You should write a children's book."

Gee, why didn't I think of that? I just shake my head and keep plugging away. I've been trying to put down everything humanely possible on paper and get it out there for you all to look at. However, some strange little turns and the help of my buddy Margaret, I'm going to be teasing you with book glimpses on our little adventure.
What I find encouraging and thank all of you for doing it (artists are sensitive little souls) is all the comments and the smiles I see from the kids at the markets. Keep it up - encourage your kids to be creative - draw, write, sew, create, create, create!

If you'd like to see more of Creepymama's artwork, please visit her and her sister, Olivia the Dollmaker at :

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For different reasons....

Carrie Clickard

Gris Grimly

Gary A. Lippincott

Eric Orchard

Huge Spears

I love all these artist for different reasons..here's your shout out!

Wanted to share...

I saw this picture and loved her green coat. Actually, I liked the whole color scheme..just had to 

creep it up! Let me know what you guys think, it was something a little new for me. Have a wonderful day! 

If you'd like to see more of Creepymama's artwork, please visit her and her sister, Olivia the Dollmaker at :

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Double life: Secret Agent Artist....

I slither out of bed, before my two year old minion wakes so I can creep to my desk and draw the things I dream of. My secret lair is littered with notes and sketches of my evildoings. How would a hairy ghouly feel? Wiry? Soft? These things flit through my head when I suddenly see a smelly teenager emerge from his room. Quick! Run! Before he asks for a ride somewhere! I am a secret agent of the arts! Not a chauffeur!
I run to my room and get ready (and get the youngest minion ready) to go to my undercover job. As I travel to work, trees and leaves become snarling creatures to avoid, tractors are slow moving dinosaurs as my two-year old screams "BUS!!!CRACKTOR!" He's still working on the 't's. At work, my boss has steam coming out of her ears, my coworkers are in various states of cartoonish glee as my creativity bounds around the inside of my skull. Green skin, fanged teeth and spiders galore! After work and after the evil minions have been feed, I can sit and give in to what the secret agent artist has learned that day...scribbles to be scribbled, the dead to be painted, leading my horrors to come to life.

If you'd like to see more of Creepymama's artwork, please visit her and her sister, Olivia the Dollmaker at :

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What the blog???

Geez, so many people get offended when you drop the f-bomb a few times in a blog. But isn't a blog by definition, an online journal and not just the money-making, job getting, freebie giving away thing it's become now? I am not the best writer, I know that for a fact. But I like to make people laugh and I was feeling a little anti-appliance and wrote the blog. I was trying to turn lemons into a lemonade martini. Because that's the way I was feeling. I won't apologize for it.
And like anything else, if you don't like what's on tv, radio, etc - don't watch, listen or read it. Too fucking bad if you don't like it. What I found really interesting was that my stats went WAY up on that blog. It almost took away the sting of what those two bone-heads wrote in to me. I'm not going to say or quote those two because I'm not going to give them an audience here. However, I feel I should point a few things just so we are clear -

1. Just because I use the word, 'fuck' or 'goddamn' doesn't make me an idiot or a writer who can't write. Never said I was a good/great writer. This is an online journal and I'm using it so you get to know me and my art. The most I hope for is that I spell shit correctly.

2. I like to make it a little interesting. I get tired of those boring blogs that are sanitized for human consumption. Who the hell cares?

3. I used the PMS angle because I am a woman and this is funny to me. If we can get something funny out of our periods besides cramps and tampons, I'm all for it. It's not vulgar (if it is to you, please read line 6)The next time you have a uterus, gentlemen, feel free to comment.


If you'd like to see more of Creepymama's artwork, please visit her and her sister, Olivia the Dollmaker at :
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Sexy Beast

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. If not, have more beer. Or some such bullshit my mother told me.

This week has been at a loss with all my appliances issues - I'm finally going to get chance to start all this tonight..I'll be working these next two weeks on the idea of beauty and how I can twist it to fit my creepy little paintings. I've been working on this one painting of mine - doing the research and this little lady popped in my head. She's not the main focus by any means, but it got me thinking of all the things we women do to be beautiful. 

Now, do witches add warts? Do Ogresses apply Eau De Stink? Do Vampires get their teeth sharpened?  

Do you go in to get your creepy weave tangled?  If you'd like to see more of Creepymama's artwork, please visit her and her sister, Olivia the Dollmaker at :

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Where is the goddamn Merlot?

I should have known something was up. My hairdryer blew out three weeks ago. Little did I know the heinous fuckery the universe had in store for me. My thoughtful husband then replaced it two weeks later. In the mean time, my friend Jodie, in all her coiffed-ness, said, "You're killing me." 
But I thought, eh, no big deal, it was just the hairdryer.
Oh, no, it wasn't just the hairdryer. All my appliances began to hate me. It was like they all decided to have a PMS day. The day I started using my new hair dryer, the garbage disposal took a turn for the worse. It started leaking and I swear I head it cry, "OMG! You expect me to crush this!! After all those things I've done for you, the leftover salad dregs, no, this is NOT HAPPENING!"
I got it Midol and a glass of Merlot.
"NO! I WILL NOT BE BOUGHT OFF! YOU LET THAT LITTLE CHEAP HARLOT DRY YOUR HAIR! WHY NOT ME? WHY???"
I was a little worried. But I'm from a family of do it yourselfers (mostly in the form of duct tape and hot glue) and I thought. 'Yeah, I can handle that.' I armed myself with my tools and the internet, intent on fixing our little problem. Two hours later, we still couldn't get the damn thing off the sink. I disabled the right side of the sink to the kids and decided to tackle it later. Turned out to be one week later, but I finally got to tackle it on Saturday morning, I started my laundry first and BOOM! The washer has a bitch fit. "FUCK YOU! BLANKETS? ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!?!?! I'M BLOATED AND FAT AND YOU GIVE ME FUCKING BLANKETS! WHERE IS THE GODDAMN MERLOT?"
Water is all over. Three hours and three floods later, I realize the moisture sensor is bad. Okay, we can replace that. Easy! Oh yeah, maybe I can pick up the part tomorrow in San Jose when I go see my parents and drop off two of my four children to hang for a couple of days. They are an hour and half away, just enough distance and time for me to miss them without feeling guilty.
When I get  up the following morning, I discover my Tia Maria has arrived and the athlete's foot I'm fighting (thanks kids! ah, the joys of parenthood) is almost unbearable. As I'm driving, guess what? The car is in on it too! "BITCH, YOU THINK I'M JUST GONNA LET YOU DRIVE ME ALL OVER? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU ARE DOING TO MY TREADS? I JUST GOT THESE BITCHES AND YOU'RE GIVING ME HOOKER HOOVES! HELL NO! GET ME A CHOCOLATE BAR NOW!"
By the time I chug to my parents' house, the kids are ready to flee the scene before some bad shit goes down. Except for Pottymouth, he's probably got a video camera and can't wait to post Mommy's meltdown on YouTube.
My mother took one look at me, saw the steam from my ears and I blurt out everything to her and she says, "We can fix that. No sweat. I think I have an extra garbage disposal. Are you going to the doctor? You should go for the foot thing."
Yeah, my parents are those parents. They are not hoarders exactly, more like an orphanage for Home Depot. Not in a bad way, they don't keep everything, some appliances go to good homes and a few are adopted by Brangelina (it must be genetic, I have an extra dryer in my garage).
My dad pops in and say, "No, I think I have a new garbage disposal still in the box. What foot thing?"
They even have an extra washer. Not that I need one and I decline, but I'm more concerned about my bitch tripping car. By the end of the day, my car is fixed, I'm driving home with two garbage disposals and some steaks, because I think, according to my dad, meat will also fix everything. My father gives me a hug and I'm grateful that he thinks meat will fix everything - I really didn't want to cook dinner.

If you'd like to see more of Creepymama's artwork, please visit her and her sister, Olivia the Dollmaker at :
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Where's the potty?!?

The time-honored rite of parenthood know as potty-training is upon us! I am heading towards potty-training my last child, it's been years, but teaching a little human how to use the facilities is no small feat. Beefy hasn't been too interested in going himself, but he seems to be investigating how my husband pees, how I pee, how his brothers pee, how to flush the toilet and even better, what can I flush down the toilet? He's even telling us when he's done the dirty deed, "POOP!!!!!" 

But has no interest in actually sitting on the can, that might take some time out from stealing crayons from Marc's craft desk. However, my sister is starting to teach my nephew the glories of the john and I just giggle, because this is her first round. I've been through three kids, the first is always the hardest. My oldest took awhile, but my second found the pee-glee of pissing on the tree in the backyard. It wasn't until I found a massive poop in the backyard (we had no dog) that I had to reign him in and explain the poop rules. The following is the text messages we've been having about it:

Violet: Potty training: 2 accidents so far, I think by the end of this the whole house will smell like pee.

Me: Rocky and E-man can compete to mark territory.

Violet: HAHAHA

Violet: Potty Training lesson I learned today: Take to potty right after dinner. Big poop and pee in his pants. I feel like a dummy for not thinking of this.

Me: Rookie! hahahahaa

Violet: LOL! I just spent 5 minutes pouring water on his wiener to get him to pee in the toilet. This is my life. 

Me: Please lock this message so u can remember it fondly. 

Violet: I will 

Me: The one thing I hated was when you had to cut them off of juice by a certain time of night. They always acted like they just got back from the Sahara.

Violet: LMAO!!! 

Me: Or the innocent face when you ask them, and they clearly smell like shit, "Did you wipe?" 

Not me!

The Not Me's

Beware! Be on the look out for these evil little creatures!  They are sneaky, devious and very destructive. Kill immediately upon discovery.

Signs you have the Not Me's:

They leave underwear on the floor, socks stuck in the vacuum cleaner, love to blow things up in the microwave, jelly & crumbs on every kitchen counter, leave school bags by the front door, track dirt in, stuff soggy food in small appliances, the cat is painted and glittered on a seasonal basis. I've asked my children repeatedly about these things and apparently, they can't see them either. If you'd like to see more of my artwork, please visit StagiWorks.

All pooped out....

Isn't she funny? I'd like to think when I'm this old and crochety, I'll still be stylin' with a cool purse. 

Hootenanny

It's funny how one word will draw itself in my head.....you also see it at StagiWorks

Oh Nurse! What the -

My sister Violet inspired this piece, it's one of favorites. I always pictured the extreme glee she must take in giving obnoxious children shots. Blithely ignorant of her blood-spattered smock, she gives them leeches or vile-smelling brew made with some rodent part as a cure for something as minor as a splinter.

I know for a fact her job is not this exciting, but I like to use my imagination.

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Wedded Bliss

I was standing there in the little chapel, it was burning hot, my sunburn was killing me, the kids were quiet and my poor fiancé is there next to me and we're trying hard not to laugh - the ministers' nose had a booger flying in and out as he spoke. My poor fiancé was severely hung over, thanks to his friends, Gerry, Mo and Martin (love you fuckers!), samsonites hanging from under his eyes. I was thinking, "Holy shit he's actually doing it! He picked me!"
We went with a Hawaiian shirt theme because Ronnie wanted to get married in shorts.
His mother cried the whole time.
Then we were married, boogers and all.
The rest of the weekend went great, then the day we left, Ronnie was off with his buddies, I was with my evil little fiends. We were walking along the main drag, I stopped to look at a menu in front of some grand hotel that had a huge rock feature in the front. A woman walking behind me said, "What's that little boy doing?"
Oh shit.
I look and Marc (six at the time) was standing on the top of the rock feature, pants down, facing traffic, pissing on the water. More than a few people were giggling. I hauled him off there and explained the rules of urinating outside.
Our house may never be clean, the laundry never done and there's always some crazy boy funk. Glad you love it honey! Happy 4th anniversary honey!

Blow it out your spot

Spent a wonderful weekend with my kids, my mother as the husband went galavanting around with 

his man-friends in Vegas. I was so exhausted. My mom is hilarious and up for almost anything. I can only hope to be that fun when I get older. 

Of course there is some residual tiredness from dealing with the fiends for four days by myself. I woke up today just a little cranky and some teenager decided to give me attitude this morning. 

The older I get, the more I don't give a damn. I don't care that you didn't have clean clothes to wear, you are going to school! You do your own laundry for crying out loud! 

What? You want five bucks to go hang with your friends? Does it say ATM on my forehead?

Dinner? Are you serious?! 

Please lord, bless me with the patience to survive the teens!!!