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Inspiration & Shared Influences

I have been salivating over these silver planchette rings on etsy for ages now, and was thrilled to realize that the artist behind them also had a piece in the Speaking in Tongues show in Philly! I contacted her and showed her my work and we’ve both been amused at sharing so many of the same influences. Her name is JL Shnabel and she is a painter, jewelry maker and writer based in Philadelphia PA.
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Check out her art blog and etsy shop for more spiritualist and magic inspired jewelry.

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Slumber Party Sibyls

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Above are two new paintings for an upcoming show in Norfolk VA at the Lorrie Saunders Art Gallery.

I remember pulling out my Ouija Board as a kid and trying to contact ghosts, get dating advice and freak out my friends who had parents that had taught them that it was a tool of Satan. Early on my father taught me about the ideomotor effect but that didn’t ruin the game for me. For some reason my friends and I focused on summoning demon clowns, but then Stephen King’s IT did come on daytime television regularly.

On the way back from Philly, Jason and I stopped at a psychic and had my palm read. I didn’t have my wedding ring on. The psychic told me that I’d make a great doctor(I freak at the sight of blood) and I shouldn’t marry the first person who asks me(oops, too late!)

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Pennsylvania!

I’m exhausted.

Jason and I had a really great time visiting Pennsylvania and my teenage stomping grounds. We attended the Speaking in Tongues art show, met rad artists, saw old friends and family and got to search out some of the weirder places(real or imagined) of south eastern Pennsylvania, or central, or whatever.

We went to Centralia PA which is a mostly abandoned ghost town 3 hours north west of Philly. In the 80s the coal mines caught on fire and the fire spread under ground endangering the residents above. There are a few hold outs still living there, but the rest of it has been demolished.

Jason and I visited to check it out. I had never been there despite growing up in Pennsylvania. The ground is hotter than normal. You can feel it through your shoes. There is coal scattered everywhere and steam/smoke rising from holes in the ground. Part of route 61 was rerouted due to the highway splitting like a loaf of risen bread.

It is also the home of a lot of amusing and stupid graffiti as shown below!

This stretch of highway was titled ‘Penis Farm’. I intend to return and draw a ‘Vagina Orchard’. Here’s Jason posing happily with our find.

Indeed! It truly was B-A-N-A-N-A-S!

We also attempted to visit…Satanville! Which only really exists in drunk or bored south eastern PA teenage hearts! Being adults with a fear of arrest, we didn’t get out of the car to trespass to find the fabled Culthouse/Satanic Church, but we did find the road it’s supposed to be off. Oh well, maybe next time! The weirdest thing we saw was a tree spray painted ‘Baby Tree’.

Have a hilarious clip from a documentary about Satanville PA.