I’m almost a year into my life as a truckstop refugee. What do you know, semi-automatic rage, hello again. Time to listen to the pinch. I’m being pushed back out into life, this life of mine that refuses to wait me out. Time to make good on making good stuff.
I’m still scared.
Posted 5 months ago Notes
Hi, I'm René. First I was an artist. Then I became a mom. Then, as it turned out, I was an autism mom. Now I'm an artist again.
(I'm still a mom.)
This is a place to figure it all out. Or maybe not 'figure it all out' so much as 'sit back and watch the cage match'.
Fruityfantastica* can be roughly divided into two categories: marvellous stuff of all kinds done by other people, and my own work.
If you want to see other people's stuff, you can go here: other people are wonderful.
My studio work, bits of writing & other oddments are here: I made this.
To cut out the nonsense and go straight to the studio, use this shortcut: studio work.
I'm also a contributor at the Hedge Society. What is a Hedge Society, you ask? It's a group of friends paying attention to things that are hopeful, beautiful, silly, tasty, helpful, interesting, infuriating, ordinary, and sometimes y.
You can email me: fruityfantastica(at)gmail(dot)com
We can get acquainted on Twitter.
You can subscribe to my RSS feed. But only if you want to.
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*Fruity Fantastica was my Tetris high score name. I was a pretty good Tetris player, and if you think that's bluster just go ahead and ask Meaty Magnifico about it. Later, Fruityfantastica became a code word for my potential to be something better than I was. Now it's a hairshirt I wear online to remind myself that I am also ridiculous.
