Wooden Ophelia Designs & Moon Shelves

Wooden Ophelia Designs & Moon Shelves | Copycats

**This is my work shown** I usually don't speak out but feel I need to. So dear art thieves, please create your own ideas & stop stealing from others. It is NEVER OK to copy someone's art & sell it as your own!
It's disheartening when I discover that people steal and copy my original WOODEN OPHELIA concepts... special artwork designs I spent over a year creating through blood, sweat and so many tears of frustration... to finally celebration. This is my art.

Instagram user Greenhornwoodwork stole my original designs and is selling them as his own. When I approached him he blocked me.
So I want to say thank you to everyone supporting my WOODEN OPHELIA collection of handmade moon shelves and woodwork.

I created each and every design from conception to completion to enchant your homes. Every detail, cut, trial and error, hand-blended stains, sawdust storms, and countless hours in my wood shop. Rain or shine. Heat or cold. An incredible amount of care and attention goes into every single unique piece.

Thank you sincerely for your support and for crediting my artwork.

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The Writing Wall

Affronted by a (practically) nonexistent warning sign, the weather-beaten plastic dangling idly from a nearby telephone pole, clearly stated, Private Property . Even though our previous attempt at this location resulted in a prying patrol car… the graffiti mural, a derelict carcass of a once prominent amusement park, was obviously too wicked to pass blindly. Sprinting around with certain schoolgirl giddiness, the ridiculous amount of camerawhoring was starting to feel like some new Olympic sport. But before finally fleeing the scene, we noticed the black and red letters smeared across the far right side of the building that perhaps claimed an excuse to previous visitors. ' The Devil Made Me Do It' . Disturbing to small degrees, it did seem outwardly apropos to our deviant trespassing acquisition… our forbidden spray paint entertainment. (Vintage sequin butterfly shirt, Betsey Johnson tights, F21 skirt & jacket, Bakers fringe boots)

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The Good Shit Lollipop

There goes the neighborhood... Being sheltered in my den with only four walls and a window view for comfort, I shamelessly craved a bit of social interaction and subsequently fled the domicile. Frankly, I was beginning to feel factory made by the persistent movements of the work grind. Resigning all care into something of the blithe, this slightly impetuous reprieve, which in hindsight manifests some seamless blend of sophomoric jubilation… was the universal tonic I needed. Gallivanting about the midnight streets in ballerina-laden skirts just before being propositioned by the dalliances of a graffiti-faced snowman, we accidentally though almost calculatedly deviated from the planned Weeds marathon. My newest television addiction. Four AMAZING lovelies granted me awards, so with that said, I'm sending out into this incredible cosmic highway, a very special Thank You to Dream and Fantasy (Honest Scrap Award) , tis serendipity ( Proxi Award ), Silje...

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Running with Tinsel

Yes, we're merrymakers in masks and sparkly frocks... Thoughts of Christmas scribble the page like a creative resurrection, but with all this metaphoric graffiti spattering the paper, I still found time to bathe in that ever-prevailing yuletide euphoria. Cookie-cutter homes stood vanguard, bejeweled with twinkling lights and shimmering snowmen… obviously Saint Nick’s navigational route to every fireside in suburbia. And while the December wind and holiday spirit seemed to blow past us, through us, and all around, we hoisted the anchor of expectancy. Celebrating the entrance of yet another year, the artificial Christmas tree now appears a depressing carcass of orphaned tinsel and prehistoric ornaments. But my mind marvels a series of Machiavellian tactics, as contractual obligations of our disheveled shopping bags lends reminder to the rest of the afternoon’s binge retail-activity. This is of course, a fleeting sterilization for those painstaking holiday blue periods. ...

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