I Need A Word...

…And we’re back after a very long break. A lot has happened since I last posted, but I’ll ease in slowly. Blogging can’t be my main concentration since I need to devote my energy at both my writing and homeschooling my newly-minted middle schooler.

But I will be blogging. The goal (limit??) is three times a week, which seems a lot easier to handle than trying to post daily like I used to. We shall see how that one goes.

I’ve been meaning to start blogging again for a month or so, and almost posted what has turned into the ending for this blog post as a Facebook status update, because that’s what I’ve been doing for so long. Tonight I deleted the FB status before posting, so here I am on Aspiring Mama to ask you for a word.

I need a word for the 2018 snowman holiday card I just finished. 

We will have three options this year on my Etsy Shop - two of the 2018 Pauline Campos Studios Holiday cards are by Eliana. She wants to encourage kids to give cards to each other (and I love that)! Stay tuned. I’ll be sharing her originals this weekend and getting the preorder process going. Mine will go on preorder in about week. I need the extra time for your feedback and which word or emotion this image brings out in you, and then a day or two to play with it digitally before calling it good for sale.

Hers will remain as she created it because she wants it that way. But mine needs a word. Every year, my snowman has a message. What will 2018’s be? 

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Introducing Art by Eliana M.K. on the Esty Shop!

I might not do some of the things other moms do with their kids to spend quality time with my kid, but I'm learning to embrace and celebrate the things that we do together that make our relationship unique. Mama's ADHD and kiddo's high functioning autism means we do things our own way. 

We read together, either to each other or in bed together with pillows all around us while we read our own books silently. We write together and she travels with me when I attend events for public speaking. And art. We do so much art. Sometimes, I have to remind myself not to be stingy with the "good" materials, like when Pentel sent me a giant box of amazing supplies, because I think she values what she creates more when she knows I value the fact she is creating enough to let her use the materials I use in creating my own art. 

And now, we Etsy together. 

I just created an Art by Eliana M.K. section on my shop. The idea is to list notecards, postcards, and prints of a few special pieces and more to come as we clear up moving boxes in the apartment to get creating even more! Right now, she is saving up to pay us back for her new Nintendo 3Ds, mainly because she's 9 and an only child and that means we have to start focusing on teaching the value of a dollar and all that happy stuff. For every sale, I've told Eliana she will receive 50 percent of the profit. Since she currently owes us for the 3Ds and her new Pokemon game, her profits are mine until The Husband and I are paid back, and then she can use her Etsy money to save for her next big want (Wireless Cat Headphones from Brookstone!). Money doesn't grow on trees and I'm sure Santa's time is limited in our home, so I think this is a good way to go. 

Besides, the look on her face when I showed her the first listing last night? Worth. Every. Minute. Creating. Her. Art. Section.

She's a real artist now. 

She always has been.

Click here to check out Eliana's current listings featuring her Beautiful Skies art prints on my etsy shop. We have notecards and postcards! Thanks for reading! 

 

Resilience

She's strong for the world to see because that's what she thinks she is supposed to be. She pushes forward every day for those that need her to, even when she is too tired to take another step.

She smiles for others when she would rather hide and cry. 

The world sees strength where she sees fault. One day, she will realize that she is more than she sees in herself. She will learn that tears don't mean weakness. 

Resilience. 

Now available on the etsy shop as an 8x10 giclee fine art print and a 3x5 postcard. 

Resilience 

Resilience 

On Art, Moving, & Outsmarting Myself (Maybe)

Funny how moving can force you to get on track. I've got an crazy amount of finished art pieces I've been meaning to list on the Etsy shop...  but good intentions don't exactly always mean stellar results. 

 

 

But now that I can tell you that we will be moving to the Twin Cities area in Minnesota, I also can tell you that I'll be damned if I wrap these pieces up to forget for another few years. If I pack one piece, moving tape and all, that's exactly what will happen. But because I decided to try to outsmart myself by listing as much as I can before I put it away for the move. Nothing like Actually Making Something Available to the Public for the odds of Actually Selling it to increase exponentially. 

 

Paper Petals

Paper Petals

We plan to leave Maine the week of January 13, and with your help, I'm hoping to sell enough art to cover fuels costs for the moving truck and my SUV. My Pie in the Sky goal is to raise enough funds to cover hotel costs along the way, as well. Moving is expensive, y'all. If you like something in my shop and decide to buy before we hit the road, it's kinda like loving me so much that you bought me a gas card. Which is totally flattering, by the way, and you are my favorite.

If you are looking for something and don't see it listed, tell me. I love commissions. Keep checking back for new finished art pieces and prints, because I'm listing at least two new items daily for the next week or so. 

Happy New Year! 

 

 

Half-Off Joyful Snowman Holiday Cards!

I guess it't not all bad if I'm only posting sales codes these days, right? 

Fans of my Joyful Snowman holiday card sets have the chance to pick up a set (or five) of cards for half off with the code JOYFULSNOWMAN. That means an set of 30 cards is $25 instead of $50 and a set of 10 cards is now $9 instead of $18. You still pay shipping AND play nice, because the code is only good for the Joyful Snowman card sets. 

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I love this snowman. Last year, this guy was my Christmas card, and I'm so thrilled each time I find out my card was saved and displayed with this year's holiday decorations.

I've got a new design I'm sending out to family and friends this year and next year, the new design gets added to my etsy stock. I just got my order from MOO and I cannot wait to show you tomorrow. For now, don't forget that you can get 25% off all noncommissioned art in stock on the shop (HAPPYHOLIDAYS is the code). 

Note: Joyful Snowman cards are on sale for 50 percent off through 12/20 and then 25 percent off sale runs through 12/31. I'm out for tonight...I've got files to ready for a lined journal I'm self-publishing. 

*Winks*

 

In Which I Introduce the F*ck-It Journal

Seems now that Mercury is out of retrograde and no longer being the biggest celestial asshole out there (again), I suddenly have my creative mojo back. So much so, that I'm alternating between getting paint under my fingernails with staring at blinking cursors as I try to figure out transitions and witty ways to wrangle words. It's times like this that being ADHD makes me smile.

One of my new Must-Make items in my list of Things That Make Pauline Happy is hand-painted composition journals. Yesterday I figured out that I can paint roses and then I showed a finished journal to a friend who decided she was going to buy it for another friend, which is cool, except my friend kept referring to my long-winded Original Altered Composition Journal as a Where's the F-Bomb on this Thing, or something like that.

As in: My friend really needs a fuck-it journal.

And: Why doesn't the cover have "fuck" on it somewhere? 

And: Aren't you going to paint the word "fuck" on this thing?

So I started referring to the long-winded Original Altered Composition Journals as Fuck it Journals and the rest only becomes history if this shit goes viral and I manage to somehow pay off my credit cards by swearing and painting pretty things.  

The journal that started it all. I cannot wait to make more.

The journal that started it all. I cannot wait to make more.

Check out my product description in my etsy shop:

When the kids don't listen to a word you say because if you have to tell them to clean their room One.More.Time...
When your husband has the man flu and actually gets to sleep because, ya know, he's dying...
When your blog post didn't go viral (again) even though it totally should have...
When Pinterest gives you a complex...
When life is sad & you can only share so much on Facebook...
When life is fucking amazing and you can only share so much on Facebook...
When you dream the dreams you want to remember...
When you dream the dreams you wish you could forget...
When you feel like a badass because you are one (but it's taken you entirely too many motivational memes to figure out the obvious)...
When you have things to say and want to say them out loud without making a sound...

This, my friends, is where the #F*ck-It Journal comes in. The one pictured here has sold, but that's paintbrushes and insomnia are for. These original & one of a kind, hand-painted, full-sized composition journals are perfect for you because you decide how to use it and get to have a say in how it turns out. 
Want roses? Talk to me. 
Doodles or Dia De Los Muertos art? I'm your girl. Mixed media? BRING IT. 

Is it your To-Do list? Your Dear Diary? Your time to yourself that you'll protect like a woman possessed because, fuck it, you deserve it?? Maybe your fuck- journal is all of these. And that's awesome. Maybe it's none and you fill your Fuck-It Journal with shit that is entirely Not Anyone's Business But Your Own

That's awesome, too. 

Write to your heart's content in an original, one-of-a-kind, hand-painted composition journal by artist, award-winning photographer, and author Pauline M. Campos. Each F*ck-It journal is made to order and will be unique. F*ck-It Journals are decoupaged, painted and/or doodled on both the front and back covers, featuring a hand-written #F*ck-It Journal tag affixed to the front cover with a dip pen & India ink. Your call on if your Fuck-It Journal tag is rated PG-13 or if you just DGAF what other people think about your love of the word "fuck". (<--- See What I did there?). Inside covers are unaltered because Pauline doesn't have that kind of patience, so... Fuck It!

Messy. Raw. Beautiful. Yours. 

What will *you* use your Fuck-It Journal for? 
 

Reserve your F*ck-It Journal here. 

When Deadline is King

Digging deep in the archives for this one tonight because my blog keeps crashing on me while I try to write new words and its this or I have to rob a bank to buy a new Macbook after I spike this one into the ground if I lose another post in the middle of trying to publish it. This post originally appeared on Aspiring Mama in July. Happy #NaBloPoMo. I've been publishing. To hell with linking up anywhere because it's a miracle I got this far. 

Resilience by Pauline Campos  

Resilience by Pauline Campos  

It's hard being the creative one in the relationship.

We are never not working. Even when we think we aren't we are. Vacations and conferences and business trips put us behind the behind we already were and then we stress and we try to balance family first and sometimes it works...

and sometimes it doesn't. 

It's hard being the creative one in the relationship.

But I think, if I'm being honest, it's harder being the one committed to the creative. Nights off are not always nights off. And time alone to celebrate being in the same house again after time apart are put off to meet deadlines missed because wifi on the train home was spotty at best. 

The deadline is always king. 

He took tonight off work to be with us. We got a few hours in watching a movie and eating dinner. And now he's in the room and I'm on the couch, laptop fired up, because it is what it is. 


I wish *it* came with the ability to freeze time and a personal assistant willing to work for smiling emojis.

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From Her: Mexican in Maine goes to Hollywood

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yes, I know it's Saturday and there was no #ChingonaFest Fridays post.

Again. 

Life's been kind of crazy lately and I promise that I tried. All I know is that I'm still figuring out this whole Squarespace business and I gave up after writing the entire post five times only to have it default to the original and unfinished draft each and every time. In the interest of Me and Not Killing Anyone, I opted for Not Going to Prison by drinking wine and saving the headache for next week.

It's all good. Cuz I've got news to share, anyway.

I'm honored to announce my inclusion in the juried 2015 From Her Art Exhibit in Los Angeles! My photograph, Mexican in Maine, will be included in this year's show, running from March 5th through March 22, in honor of Women's History Month -- and I couldn't be prouder. 

Mexican in Maine by Pauline Campos. Pinata by  Mainly Pinatas .&nbsp;

Mexican in Maine by Pauline Campos. Pinata by Mainly Pinatas

Unfortunately, I can't be at the opening to celebrate because I don't own a Tardis and plane tickets don't grow on trees, but a few LA-based friends have promised to attend the event and take a ton of pictures because they love me. 

So, why this piece? For every item submitted, artists were asked for a statement to explain why we felt it was reflective of the for the Women's History Month focus. My artist statement for Mexican in Maine reads as follows: 

As a mother, I strive to teach my daughter that she can go anywhere...do anything. I want her to know that it's more important to create her own space rather than try to fit in. 
We moved to Maine two years ago and do not blend; our olive tones made more obvious by the white snow covering the ground for most of the year. But we are creating our space. In this photo, my daughter, 7, stands in a barn beneath the princess pinata made by a local woman, also Mexican, for her birthday party. 
She is fierce, focused, and stands tall, daring anyone to question her presence, her choices, her right to wear that crown or the cape she says makes her royalty. In this moment, she has claimed her space.

I think this is where I drop the proverbial mic and saunter off the figurative stage.