Sometimes art isn’t catharsis, but rather it’s confrontation. This piece began as a journal entry I wrote after my last art show, when I wasn’t sure I’d ever paint again. It’s about what happens when creativity and shame collide—and what it takes to keep going anyway.

It’s a beautiful day here in Louisville for an art show! We’re setup and ready to go at St James Court art show in booth 3n-728. 10-6 today and tomorrow, 10-5 on Sunday. If you’re in the tea, stop by and say hello.

After publishing my last piece, I was hit with a wave of shame. I had convinced myself I shared too much. But then, I realized that grief is messy, and so is honesty. I chose to stay vulnerable… and the new art I created helped me through.

When life rips you open, how do you stitch yourself back together? In a short time, I lost a piece of my lung, my mom died, my son moved away, and soon, my stepdad will move, too. Grief didn’t wait its turn—it hit all at once. This is me, trying to make sense of too much loss in too little time.

I'm 3 weeks post-op and in the final phase of my cancer journey. It’s been an adventure, a challenge, and an experience I hope not to repeat. That being said, I learned a great deal about myself and feel that I am a better person because of it. Read my latest article, “Cancer Thoughts: Phase Four.”

Oh geez, I realized I never posted this one...

My latest "Cancer Thoughts" Substack post will catch you up to my lung cancer journey. Things are getting real on Tuesday! Not that a cancer diagnosis isn't real enough, so let's call it realer, and yes, that's a word, but not a very common one (more real is the common phrase).

My latest writing, "Confession: I’m an Artist and I Hate Art Journaling."

"I detest, hate, abhor, and downright despise art journaling. Why? I cannot tell you, but just accept that I do."

From my Substack, and the first in a series, "Cancer Thoughts: Phase One."

"Google answered my query and informed me that nodules of this type are found to be malignant 70 percent of the time.

Not good odds. And, I have never been a lucky person."

I painted, and then I wrote. It's about reality and betrayal.

View it here and read on my Substack here:
open.substack.com/pub/victoria...

Crazy me thought doing 11 art shows in 4 months while running a design business would be a good idea. Well, it was, and it wasn't, but I learned so much from the experience.

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My writing is now available on my new Substack site!

For the sake of my daily anxiety and mental health, I want to stick my head into the sand for the next four years and protect myself from the craziness, fear, and feelings of helplessness. But the other part of me wants to FIGHT! ⬇️

Another is "posting whatever I want now," and it's my book, "Perpetual Conflict." It's an honest and raw story of my "teaching myself how to paint" journey and all the mental drama it brought up, with stories from my life thrown in. #booksky #artistwriter

victoriawolfart.com/the-book/

And I might as plug another AppleTV show, Silo. Season one was so good, and waiting for season two, which we finished on Friday, was painful, but so worth it. Check it out!

The debut of season two of Severance made my weekend! When we started watching the first season, we were intrigued by the "weirdness" of it all. Rich wasn't sure he could "take it" anymore, but we loved the show. We have patiently waited for season two, and the first episode did not disappoint!

Here's one of my paintings to start my "post whatever the hell I want" phase. It's titled "Damn It, You Can't Make Me!" If you look closely, there are six letters scattered throughout the piece. The title is the clue for unscrambling them.

#abstractart

I've been hankering for a platform to share all my varied loves and interests without confusing people or worrying about "my brand." I will post my art, book designs, food, writings, and occasional personal rant here. This is going to be fun!!

Oh, a new social media platform! This will be interesting and refreshing, if only for a few hours, weeks, or days. We'll see.