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Rustic Birch Bark Paper Ornaments

Michael and Sara Chaney Birch bark ornament close up in bright light

It has been a joy making something from a natural medium that falls from the loose branches above my roof.

Michael and Sara Chaney Birch bark ornament close up

We imagine these as cards one might receive upon some grand occasion,  or as opaque window ornaments designed to merge wood grain with splintering morning light.Michael and Sara Chaney Birch bark ornament with curl

For the most part, we wanted something simple that would convey the character of the material, its raw beauty and myriad textures and hues.Michael and Sara Chaney Birch bark ornaments in softer light

I hope we achieved our goal.

If you would like one, let us know here.



animal tarot and sculpy mixed media art all in one



The No-No Negativo Five Thousand

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Phantom of the Opera Comic

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Invisible Princess

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Originally published in Spectrum Vol. 60

A R T = Another Rejection Today! x 3

Here’s another about that life a.k.a. Another Rejection Today! Seriously, being rejected hurts, but it also means you’re getting yourself read or heard or seen. The message: stay frosty, creative-types, ‘cuz the world is full of hastily judgmental mailboxes.

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The Cat: “Bird’s Sweet!” by Michael A. Chaney


The Cat: “Bird’s Sweet!”

After Friz Freleng’s “The Last Hungry Cat.” Merrie Melodies, 1961.

Sylvester panics to think he’s finally eaten luscious canary. A kill in the cage. Much better than in the hand or bush, as Hitchcock explains. The shade rollers it down to a pang in the cat, where it sticks, and it is that darkness, near lives seven through nine, that slurs whenever the cat speaks. I taught I ate a putty tat never slipped from his bird-salivater when, perched atop a tower of stools, chairs, piano benches, and Granny’s floral cookbooks, he savored yellow victory. To the eyeballs feather engorged. Mouth fulla caution tape, school bus (and chicken). Poor Delicioush Dear. It had just been swinging, a song in its heart. That very tiny perch. She could have been a star but she turned morsel instead. We can’t help it, can we? Incisors melt for…

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