Loveday Funck  Fairy Surreal Art

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...

There was a time when I made myself small. Not because I wanted to be - but because the world seemed to ask it of me. To stay quiet. To ...

Pocket Worlds & Portals: A Carnival of the Soul This week, I pack my portals. I wrap them carefully in old fabric and stories, tuck them...

Resurrection of Self: My Journey of Healing This Easter Easter arrives like a quiet whisper, not a shout - a gentle nudge from the...

On Sleeping Again, On Healing, On Becoming Real Once upon a time, I stopped sleeping. At first, I thought it was the world unraveling...

Breathing in Ghosts: A Dream of Power and Consequence Some dreams slip through your fingers the moment you wake, dissolving into daylight...

Life as an Adventure: Rediscovering the Magic of Going Out Once, long ago—or maybe not so long ago—I wandered freely. I roamed bookstores...

Why Handbags? Why Now? A Shift in Focus For over a decade, my world has been digital—dark fairy tales spun from pixels, fragments of...

Spiraling Back to Me: Rediscovering Improv and the Lost Pieces of Myself It surprises people. The ones who have known me for years, the...

Embracing Presence: Living in the Moment After Trauma Time is a strange thing. It moves like a river, or like a trickster, or like...

Over the Christmas holiday, while the world outside was cloaked in quiet and the air carried that peculiar magic of winter, I found my...

When you’ve spent years in a toxic relationship, the idea of boundaries can feel like a mythical creature—a thing whispered about but...

The Joys and Challenges of Starting Anew The act of leaving is a kind of magic. Not the glittering, wand-waving kind, but something raw...

From Alchemy to Presence: A Journey of Healing and Becoming The year began with ashes—a life I had to leave behind, a home that was never...

This week, I tentatively began to plan my spring schedule. I've started looking at out-of-state events to apply for, which made me wonder...

Moving forward, I want to devote this website and these blog posts to the advocacy of self-love (as well as art!). In order to build...