Loveday Funck  Fairy Surreal Art

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...

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...