An update!

Posted by on Aug 26, 2016 in head, heart | Comments Off on An update!

allshallbewellMy friends I have some really exciting news.  Please check out my facebook page for a preview and watch this space.  When it’s finally official, I’ll post a full update here.

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Bats Day Holiday Black Market

Posted by on Nov 3, 2012 in hands, head, heart | Comments Off on Bats Day Holiday Black Market

We’ll be there!

The Bats Day Holiday Black Market
Location: Doubletree Guest Suites Anaheim Resort/Convention Center | 2085 S. Harbor Boulevard | Anaheim, CA 92802

Looking for that extra-spooky thing for that spooky thing in your life? Over 50 vendors will help you find what you are looking for. From clothing, music, artwork, books, collectibles, and toys, to other original items.

VIP Shopping $5; 1pm-2pm. (pay at the door), which includes 1 raffle ticket and limited edition artwork while supplies last.
General Admission $1; 2pm – 9pm. (pay at the door)
Children under 10 Free with an adult or guardian.

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Spring 2012 Recap

Posted by on Jun 7, 2012 in Blog, hands, head, heart | Comments Off on Spring 2012 Recap

“Be humble, for you are made of Earth.  Be noble, for you are made of Stars.”  ~Serbian Proverb

Saturday, May 19th, was my second time vending at the Bats Day Black Market.  This time was slightly different than the Holiday Black Market, as people come from all over the country for the Big Day at Disneyland, and wow, what an amazing time we had!

First and foremost, my eternal gratitude to Lady Elizabeth of Stir The Embers, my muse-with-a-switch.  She keeps me pointed in the right direction, which is forward.  She also prevents me from committing murder, but that’s a story for another time. Second, my hearty thanks to Noah K who is the man who makes things happen.  Seriously, in my half year of going to shows as a vendor, and my years of attending cons as a patron, Bats Day has again proven to be the least painful, most successful event, and I think that’s in no short part due to the team who puts it together.  There were so many amazing vendors this time.  Let me list a few of my favourites.  (I apologise for not having pictures.  Next time, I’ll do better.)

Abbybelle – Fantastic, whimsical paper clay sculptures that brought me right back to my Nightmare Before Christmas days, all handmade and all adorable.

MiyuDecay – When it comes to exquisitely rendered works of craftsmanship and design, this artist sets the bar.  Also, so delightfully and elegantly creepy.

Sleek And Destroy – Talk about eye-catching.  The dinosaur skeleton inspired jewelry is only a few of their simple, bold designs.  But if you’re looking for something fun, definitely check them out.

Confounding Confections – “Boiled Sweets for Singers of Shanties and Perusers of Tomes” — Geeky and absolutely inspired handmade, gourmet hard candies.

And finally, one of my absolute favourites (and genuinely good, kind, awesome people:  Pillbox Designs – Dark & Whimsical cut vinyl art.  People, I give you TENTACLES.  Wall tentacles.  Bookmark it for the Lovecraftian in your life.

All in all, it was a fantastic event.  Easy in, easy out.  Fantastic shoppers, and so many interesting people.  I can’t wait to go back in November.


May and June also brought me a unique opportunity to participate in The Shadow Project, a month-long gallery event sponsored by the San Luis Obispo Museum of Art.  The show had 10,000 square feet of donated retail space to fill, so they decided to do an experiment.  Two jurors were each invited to select art from the submitted works, and each had cash prizes to award.  But the show decided to hang every piece that was submitted to the show.  Now, I am humbled to admit that I was accepted by neither juror for their show.  But with 435 pieces to choose from, I am not at all surprised.  There were some stunning pieces in the show, from oils and acrylics, to bronzes and hand-turned woodwork.  There were even fiber pieces, including a card-woven piece, and a juror selected shawl.

The good news is actually something much smaller and more important, to me at least.  Of the 435 pieces that were displayed, only 29 sold.  And mine was one of those 29.  (And in the last five minutes of the show, believe it or not.)  I was beyond thrilled.

Now the pragmatist part of my brain says, “That didn’t even cover your gas money for that event, much less your entry fees.”  But I don’t give a damn.  I showed up, and someone was glad that I did.  I’m counting that as a WIN.


Next up on the list of interesting happenings, I’m going to be checking out the local goth/steampunk venue, Saturday, May 9th, at Pangaea in Ventura, CA.  And June 15-17th, I’m teaching two classes (Intro to Galvanic Etched Copper & Intro to Copper Fold Forming) at the Griffin Dyeworks Fiber Retreat.  It’s oblique to copper, but fiber arts will always hold a special place in my heart.  They taught me a great many things, including focus and the will to screw something up beyond recognition in order to get what’s in your head into your hands.  If you’re interested in attending, there may still be day tripper slots available.  Check the website for more information.

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On Fear, Perfection, and Gratitude

Posted by on Sep 29, 2011 in Blog, hands, head, heart | 3 comments

It’s been a year.  More than a year.  Let’s just say it’s been too long and move on, shall we?   I was laid off my office job in February of 2010, and have been struggling with all sorts of preconceived notions of self-worth and earning potential ever since.  I’ve been trapped in a quagmire of my own making.  I wasn’t happy going to work in a small grey cube, sitting in front of a computer for eight hours a day, only to come home and sit in front of the computer all evening.  My body thinks I’m not working unless I’m sitting in front of the little box.  (And to be honest, all my friends live in the little box. ~waves~)

Gradually, I’ve broken away from my old patterns.  After so many years of doing the daily grind, it’s difficult to make the transition from worker bee to artist.  There’s no structure that I don’t create for myself.  There’s no one here to tell me what my deadlines are.  All of my goals are self-imposed. Even coming up with goals has been a struggle.  And the only feedback I get on the end product is limited to the benevolent kind you get from loved ones (i.e. the only people you’re brave enough to show your art to.)  I haven’t been very good at focusing my energies on my art or the business of my art.  To try is to risk failure, and I’ve never been good at failing.  I avoid it at all costs.

But failure will be what I face if I do nothing.  If I have to go back to work in an office, I want it to be a secondary job.  I have bills to pay, like everyone else.  But I also have a soul to feed, and I don’t want to live my life as a wage slave.

I have an amazing support structure, starting with my husband, who is an absolute saint.  He’s put up with so much, from my seemingly bottomless craving for all sorts of junk to what he has come to call my ‘tool fetish’.  He’s put up with whinging and moaning, with my lack of motivation, with my inability to pick a direction and just move. Without him, I would probably be living in a cardboard box under the river bridge.  Thank you, my love, for believing in me.  And for indulging me while I find my way.  I could not do it without you.

I have other friends and family who deserve thanks as well, and they know who they are.   I owe all of you my gratitude and humble thanks.  I am truly blessed in this regard.  My chosen family is made of awesome.

Just before I was laid off in February of 2010, a work friend asked about my crafts, “Why aren’t you doing this for a living?”  Her question hit me like a two-by-four in the side of the head.  I had no good answer for her.  I mean, I had answers, but none of them good ones.  None of them felt like a reason.  They all felt like excuses.

“The thing in your hands will never look like the thing in your head.” ~Amanda Palmer
I’ve always been one to linger in the learning phase far too long.  Learning is easy.  You never have to get it right.  Well, art isn’t about perfection.  And the quest for perfection is the easiest way to prevent yourself from moving forward.  I know that.  I’ve always known that.  It’s the application of that knowledge that seems to elude me.

And when it comes down to bare bones, it’s about fear.  Fear of letting go.   Fear of getting it wrong.  Fear of disappointment.  Along with this friend’s question, another quote found me. 

“Fear is the cheapest room in the house.  I would like to see you living in better conditions.”  ~Hafiz.
I would like to be living in better conditions.  I’ve been too comfortable in the learning phase.  I need to push beyond that, now more than ever.   There will be rough days, days when the voice of doubt is loud and ugly in my ear.  But there will be good days, when the magic happens.   I just have to let go and let it come.

So enter foulbitten, and another tilt at the windmill.  It’s October and the days are getting short.  I have magic flowing in my veins.  Time to let fly.


Lynn Hatfield hosts the fickle muse behind Foulbitten.  She currently resides in Ventura, California with her husband and three cats, though her mind is often traversing strange and distant lands, somewhere between the wilds of archive.org and Apex Electronics.   If you need to reach her, you can contact her here.
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