Hello, friends. I have some new print designs for you, and they’re hitting the shop this week. The shop update will happen at 1:00 PM on Wednesday, Feb 2nd, so be sure to set an alarm if you want to be sure to grab a specific design.
Here are the designs that will be available for sale:
I’m ordering a few extra this time around, because they did sell out before, but I never know how quickly the prints will sell until the shop opens. Set an alarm if you have your heart set on something!
These prints come signed and numbered by me, and are giclee printed on hand-torn high quality archival paper. The designs are printed in a 5.6x7 inch space on 8x10 sheets. The official prints haven’t arrived yet, but you can get an idea of what they look like from the last round:
If you are part of the print tier ($90 annually) you’ll receive a separate message where you’ll be able to tell me which print you want sent to you in the mail, and where you want me to send it. If you want to be part of the print tier, just update your Substack subscription before midnight tomorrow and you’ll be on the list. In that tier, you get to pick one design each time I release prints to receive in the mail at no extra cost. It’s like getting first pick of each batch of art I release, at half price.
The ultimate Haunted Librarian membership club. 🖤
Thanks everyone for being part of this art-making journey. I get super reflective when I sit down and make these pieces, so here’s what I wrote to go along with my piece called “Open Waters,” which I think sums up my feelings about a holiday like Valentines Day:
This piece is called “Open Waters” and it’s inspired by the natural landscape of my childhood in the Pacific Northwest.
I was thinking of Jon, my spouse, when I made this piece. I’ve been in so many boats with him in the past fourteen years—both metaphorically and literally. At times it feels like we’re rowing in opposite directions—exhausting ourselves as we spin circles on the open water. Other times, it’s just one of us rowing while the other one rests or recovers or stretches into a new way of being.
And sometimes, we’re just drifting. It doesn’t always mean we’re lost. It could mean we’re slowing down, adjusting course, or just enjoying each other’s company in this little boat.
Not many people in my life have stayed with me through as many evolutions as Jon has. I didn’t know how that kind of loyalty would change me, how it would steer me towards a truer version of myself.
It’s also difficult to hide in a marriage, at least it is in mine. Sometimes, seeing myself so clearly is painful and exhausting.
I don’t think married people have a monopoly on these kinds of relationship nuances. They can happen between friends, lovers, siblings, or even between ghosts. I often catch myself thinking of people I once knew, or even old versions of myself—how they’d see me, whether they’d be proud of where I’m steering this little boat.
I also sometimes imagine sharing a boat with the person I’m becoming. Will they be glad I steered myself this way or another? Are they stretching through the shimmering web of time, trying to get me to pick up on unseen vibrations so I know which way to go?
Maybe.
I think, though, that they won’t care so much where I go, as long as I’m enjoying the scenery, and picking up fellow lost souls along the way.
Thanks for being here, my friends. Thank you for being there with me to steer this boat in how I put my creations out into the world. You are all so gentle with me and each other, and it means the world.
Thank you.
🖤Becca Lee, the Haunted Librarian🖤