Sunday, 13 July 2014

Honest Horror

This week is my mother's death anniversary, and trust me, this wasn't easy to write publicly. But I have had a lot on my mind lately, and I have many, many scars in my past. I wanted to write this to get some of the feelings I have out, because you never really get over a suicide, especially when the person who killed themselves was abusive to you. "Mother is the name for god on the lips and hearts of all children." Is a line from The Crow that sticks with me today. My mother, my childhood "god" hated me. She wasn't a kind or loving person. Some people are just not. I am writing this now to express my pain, but also show what horror personally means to me. I am writing this to express my truth. I am writing this now so later in the week when I go to my fun pirate event I can live in that moment and not let the past drag me down.

But I still grieve, even 13 years later.

I have mentioned before that I love the Critters series and why, but this post goes deeper than that. This post goes to the personal roots of why I love horror itself. Why I struggle to make this not just a hobby, but a lifestyle I live 24/7. That being touched by the macabre and darkness is sometimes just a part of who you are.

POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING AHEAD: 


The only good memory I have of my mother is when we were watching a silly horror movie called Critters 2. They were creatures with spiky fur and huge, hungry mouths. They looked ridiculous.


But she was sober, and happy, and we laughed while watching it. I can't remember her laugh anymore. It's faded with the pages of time.

All I remember is her rage.

My happy memories of her are barely there, like someone ripped them from a book written of my life. Just shredded leftovers in the pages of my past, reminders of times that may or may not be real.

But the Citters memory still lingers. Some of the words have spilled ink on them. But I still remember her smile.

And she was sober. For once she was sober.

People ask me all the time why I'd dedicate my life to the genre of horror. Why I aspire to be a professional in this field. Like you can't be professional in a genre like this. Especially being a woman. My GP recently asked me why I would want to do this kind of thing. She looked at me with that curious, slightly judgmental expression and said, "Why would you want to paint bones, watch horror movies and write about horrific things?"

Because nice girls aren't supposed to do these things.

Nice girls who want to be beautiful women aren't drawn to such darkness. They don't watch movies like Day of The Women, Ginger Snaps, Martyrs and Cannibal Holocaust. They don't seek these kinds of things out, especially if those nice women were raped, beaten and tortured in their lifetimes as heavily as I have been.
 

But I'm not a nice girl.

I look her dead in the face and with no remorse or apology I told her, "Because the horror genre is the most honest of the genres. Horror happens in real life all the time, and anything I see or read about is nothing compared to the reality of how horrific humanity is."

I don't want to be beautiful. I want to be fierce. The "Beauty Ideal" killed my mother. She killed herself because she wasn't fierce enough to deal with the horror of everyday life. She killed herself because society filled her head with lies about who and what she should be, and when she couldn't live up to it, she lost it. She killed herself because she realized the monster she had become, with years of regret and secrets. She held all the secrets of her own personal abuse inside so hard that drowning them in drugs was all she could do just to get up and face the real life horror of her existence. She killed herself because she had tortured and abused anything beautiful she ever created, including her own children, and now she was alone in the world. Completely alone.

I am not her.

I know horror. I know what it's like to be raped, more than once. I know what it's like to be tortured by your abusers, day in and day out. I know what it's like to see murder in the eyes of someone who is supposed to love you.



Because of these things, I am an artist, writer and poet. I am a creator. I create monsters, but I do it out of a need to turn rage into love. Horror is more than special FX's and gore. Those that love the horror lifestyle and want to live it 24/7 are not ugly and wrong.

They are beautiful freaks learning to love their monsters.

Sometimes the only way out of a cycle of darkness is to embrace the darkness so hard it turns into light.

Tuesday, 8 July 2014

KWEENY'S BONE ART COMMISSIONS!

As some of you who follow my instagram and personal Facebook page know, I am thinking of starting a small business making things. Artsy fartsy things. Currently I am working on some bone art and a re-purposed jewelry box.  I would love to make more things, and actually open up a storenvy somewhere to sell my wares, but it takes time to get enough product going. Plus, I need more funds to get more supplies to make a variety of things.

So to help raise some money so I can buy more materials to make more things (like I want to make bone jewelry, shadowboxes, wands, etc.) I thought up this idea...

COMMISSIONS!

That's right, I am offering up my current bone art work as commission! I have a large collection of cruelty free bones I am currently processing that could go to loving homes. I will make you a custom bone art piece, any design you fancy on a beautiful bone. Depending on the size of bone, detail of the concept, time used etc, determine the pricing below.. And you have to understand that the design needs to fit on a bone. You'll be surprised what fits on bones though. I do enjoy putting monsters on bones. ;)

Here are some examples of my work:

Shown in pictures are medium sized bones.

Smaller custom bone pieces will be $50 +shipping (I have very few of these so once they are gone, they are gone.)
Medium bones $80+shipping
Larger bones $100+shipping

I will also paint any bones sent to me as well! Prices will vary depending on the bones you send, how clean they are, etc. I would love to do more skulls for folks, as I only have one skull in my possession and he's in my personal collection. I need my coyote trickster friend!

I will ask for more if the design requested is very elaborate. All of these bones are cruelty free. No animals were harmed to make them, and all are processed, cleaned, hand painted and sealed by yours truly. I really enjoy doing them, and I want to make more and open a store.

So if you have a commission please contact me at queenie.writes@gmail.com with your name, size preference, and detailed description of the design you fancy. I will also need shipping info once the bone is finished.

THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT SO FAR GUYS! I'm finally getting brave enough to do this because people have been asking me if I have a store or if I do commissions. 

Tuesday, 1 July 2014

A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT FROM KWEENY

It's Canada Day Bitches!


You all should find a Canadian, shove bacon in their mouths, Smother them in maple syrup, drink a 2/4 of beer and then have a hockey stick slap fight with them. Right now. Because reasons.

It's not like Americans don't think that's what we do anyhow...eh?

Also...my igloo back home is probably filled with lost huskies by now. I hope they enjoy it and treat it well. They better pee outside or I am gonna be mad when I get back and smell pee everywhere!

BAD PUPPIES! NO PEEING IN THE IGLOO! YOU HOSERS!

I'll go back to my Gory Kingdom now and do...things. Things with bacon if I am lucky.
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