Loveday Funck  Fairy Surreal Art

There’s a particular kind of rain that seems to fall only on festival days. The kind that smells of wet canvas and laughter, that slicks the grass into emerald mirrors, and that makes you clutch your skirts and remember that you’re alive, gloriously, inconveniently alive. Yesterday, I stood beneath that sort of rain outside the Livingston Parish Library, watching puddles bloom between the book tents and wondering whether Lady Fairfax, my first character of the day, would appr

For thirteen years, I’ve been trying to push my art up the Fine Art Mountain. You know the one, all white walls and quiet reverence, where everything smells faintly of varnish and ambition. I thought if I just climbed hard enough, refined enough, and framed my digital collages just so, I could make it to the top. Maybe, one day, I’d hang in a gallery where people whispered in front of my work, their hands folded behind their backs as if they were standing in church. But somew

🕯 From Sunlight to Shadow: After Festival Acadiens, Onward to the Gothic Market Festival Acadiens et Créoles was a whirl of color, zydeco, and kind hearts, a celebration of everything bright and sun-drenched about Louisiana. I came home sun-kissed, bone-tired, and grateful beyond words. Thank you to everyone who stopped by, shared a story, or carried a piece of my art home with them. Now, as the season leans toward shadow, I’m packing my world again. This weekend, the compas

🌙 The Storyteller’s Path: From Magic to Meaning at Festival Acadiens Next weekend, I’ll be packing my world into boxes and heading west,...

From Tarot Tables to Casino Royale: How Playing Characters Heals the Artist The velvet is black tonight. Cards glint like moonlit...

Turning Myth Into Visual Art: From Tarot Cats to Fine Art Prints The world was written in pictures long before it learned the alphabet....

As a digital collage artist, I build my worlds from fragments, bits of light, scraps of memory, animals that never quite belonged in this...

Last week, I kept dreaming of a red fox. Not running. Not fleeing. Just... waiting. Curled up beneath cypress limbs, eyes wide with hope...

Balancing Truth and Memory My Lady of Trees This past Saturday, I set up my booth beneath the live oaks of City Park in New Orleans. The...

Some stories feel like they’ve always been with you. Not loud, not urgent, just a quiet presence at the edge of your thoughts. A hallway...

A Candle in the Dark I lost something this week. Not in the way you misplace a set of keys or leave a scarf behind in a café. No, this...

How a 6-Card Tarot Reading Brings Clarity Sometimes, the future speaks in riddles. And sometimes, it uses cards. Not the kind you find in...

Somewhere in a dusty corner of the universe, there’s a room filled with the things we’ve all tried to hide. A fox in a lace collar. A...

Not for Sale: The Fire, the Body, and the Tome by Loveday Funck Yesterday’s workshop was tender, raw, and quietly powerful. We created...

We’re gathering at Kelwood Contemporary Art  for something intimate, something needed: ✨ Your Turn to Reflect: Turning Fear into Hope...

Next weekend, the veil thins in a different direction. 🕷️ The Oddities & Curiosities Expo  descends on New Orleans , and I’ll be there...

Finding My Voice, Again and Again By Loveday Funck This week is a big one. Not just because I’m juggling three powerful events in three...

The Serpent Bares Its Teeth: Art, Intimidation, and the Magic That Endures The Pink Exhibition Closing Reception at the Arts Council of...

This week, I’ll be standing in front of a group of young artists, asking them to trust themselves - to draw the strange creature in their...

This past week has felt like a gentle storm of transformation - a storm I welcomed with open arms. I spent the week in art teacher boot...