Lady Wolfbird Studio

Lady Wolfbird Studio Artist and aspiring authoring. Artist, creative mind for hire. I'm not a professional, but I love what I do and will make you a piece you'll cherish forever.

Series work in progress include "Even Angels Falter" along with the tandem read novellas: "Is There a Crystal for That?" and "The Feral God and Her Witch" I will try anything at least once; drawing, basic crocheting, jewelry, sculpting, book making, basic sewing, altering clothes and accessories... Just ask me and we'll see what we can come up with.

02/18/2025

Ennui: a feeling of listlessness or dissatisfaction from a lack of occupation or excitement.

11/08/2024

Remember: fighting the Empire means fighting against both of the f*scist oligarchical parties that landed us in this mess. Never forget that.

12/11/2022

I like to draw your face

I love the way the light bends around your cheek bones. The sweep of your nose , the curve of your lips… those little lines that appear when you laugh.

If you catch me staring , I’m studying the
shadows in your ear, and the sparkle in your eyes.

What I mean to say is that I draw your face often. On paper, in my memory… I don’t want to loose the details; so that in the days you’re no longer with me, I’ll be able to trace those lines and recall your smile.

11/22/2022

Excerpt of "Even Angels Falter"

Mordikai reluctantly sat in the dining room, wedging himself between Ursula and Bathsheba.

Dara stood opposite him since all the chairs closest were taken. He wished the table was wider.

“Since Yule is coming up, I thought we could exchange gifts.” Dara said. “Mordikai, what kind of gifts would you like?”

He rubbed his eyes, “the sweet release of death…”

Ursula choked on her tea. “Mordikai!” she whispered. It was all she could do to keep the guffaw in check.

“Hm?” Dara looked up from her list, oblivious.

“Socks?” He shrugged.

10/31/2022

I’ll be here, dancing with my Demons, making peace with the Dark…

Howling at the full moon, and and worshipping the Light.

There is Fire in my soul, I bury my feet in the Earth. The Air whips through my hair, the water cleanses my Spirit.

Tonight, remember those no longer walking beside you. Celebrate and be joyful, mourn and be bereaved. Though gone their body is, the spirit never leaves.

You carry them on in your heart, they dance in your laughter, and they are with you in all you do; the lessons they taught, the words they spoke, deep feelings they’ve left behind.

Such is life, that we will all be in the graveyard of someone’s memory. Be sure to leave them warm, and be the wistful smile on their lips as they recall your name.

Blessed Samhain.

10/05/2022

The Light is easy to love. Or so I've heard.

But she is the the high noon Sun and you are walking through the desert.

Good luck finding shade.

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