Saturday, March 25, 2017

Animal People!

"Grandma's Kitchen"

Looks like granny cat has things taken care of...even fed the pet mouse.  Ha.

Created for Sunday Postcard Challenge.

Dressing Room Art!

"After the Rehearsal"

Maybe she's a dancer...or an actress in Broadway plays.  Perhaps shes a talk show host...but then what about that dress?  All I know is, I want that couch and those curtains!

Created for a digital art challenge at Digital Whisper.

Friday, March 24, 2017

Free Graphics Friday #3: Vintage Room Scenes/ Backgrounds

On FRIDAY's (when my schedule/time permits)  I will be offering up new stock elements and collage sheets I create.

I use these elements in my personal art and wanted to offer them to other friendly artists and blogger friends via the internet.

Please read, and abide by, my rules!!


1.  DO NOT include any of my elements in kits or sheets for purchase.  I don't make money from them, nor should anyone else.  DO NOT make anything for sale.  The elements are free, and for personal use only.

2.  PLEASE if you download a nice comment, a word of encouragement means the world to me.  Say thanks, or let me know what you think.

3.  If you make something, please leave me a link or photo in the comment section.  I LOVE to  see what all the great, talented artists do with my images (this is OPTIONAL but it would make my day to see what you make!)

4.  Please if you use the elements, link up my Flickr account or my blog (this is OPTIONAL but it would be great if you could share my link so others can find the goodies).

5.  Aside from selling it...go crazy, do whatever you want and create whatever you want.  Yes you may also create backgrounds with my backgrounds, just let me know so I can download them as well.

This week I have some lovely vintage room scenes.  They have been polished, sharpened and edited with photoshop.  Enjoy!

Download the full sized PNG image for free HERE.

Check back EVERY FRIDAY for more new sheets and stock....And have fun creating! 

Everything I make/create comes from old images.  Vintage images.  Retro images.  Rather from a magazine or a photo or an image search for 'vintage' things.  I do not EVER claim to own any of the images, backgrounds, pieces of advertisement or found images/elements.  Nor do I derive any monetary gain as they are free for use.  All of them have been digitally mastered or altered in one way or another. I make them only for personal use for your art hobby.  No selling or products for sale (made with them) is allowed!  I go to great pains to assure that my images are free to the public, however if you feel that by some error I have used a photo or element that is questionable please do email me personally and I will see that it is removed:  prettypoetstacy AT

Thursday, March 23, 2017


The Reflection is a Lie

I know this because I
have swam its murky depths,
camoflauged as something cerulean.
And it contains a river
that runs North,
calm as an old stone,
clear as the sky,
but what rages beneath
that crystal exterior is unknown.
It is the great deceptor,
mimicking an illusion
more grandeur than fantasy,
more perplexing than mystery,
for what sight could be
more keen than the naked eyeball,
flesh against fair flesh?
You cast a gaze into
the center-stroke of its surface,
silver as a traveling star,
slick as polish across metal,
and ask of yourself,
which one of us sees best?

written for a poetry prompt at Poets United.

"Noteworthy Links" Thursday

My serving of useful, interesting sites this week are:

1.  One Word

"Simple. You’ll see one word at the top of the following screen.
You have sixty seconds to write about it."
I adore this website.  It comes with a wall (sort of like a facebook wall) where it saves all your posts and daily contributions.  You can also join groups, make friends, and a whole host of other interesting things.

I use it to write a small prose poem each day.  How will you use it?

2.  Wattpad

"Wattpad is an online storytelling community where users post written works such as articles, stories, fan fiction, and poems, either through the website or the mobile app."  - Wikipedia

This website is a treasure trove for books written by indie authors!  And trust me, there's some really good literature throughout this site.  Features include reading lists, your own library/bookshelf as well as an area where you can keep track of your own work.  

It's very reader/user friendly.  You can comment, you have an inbox for messages, there are forums and contests and it's just a lot of fun overall. 

Wednesday, March 22, 2017


"Celia And Her Cat"

I'd be willing to gander he's probably her biggest fan!  I suppose she's on holiday.  Ah, the life of a dancer.

Created for an art challenge at The Three Muse.

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Yum!!! A Haibun

A Panoramic View of the City

Even in midwinter, California is pretty.  I remember China Town:  a snapshot behind my eyes, a city whose mouth I stuffed my dreams inside.  The huge, red-lit lanterns that swung across rope between a concrete walkway, weightless moons that coughed a yellow candle glow.

I recall the memory of my moving feet, swimming the fresh sidewalk of Fisherman's Wharf. On ten toes, I spun my snails' track across city corners and into the shiny, florescent glow of bakery windows and old-fashioned eateries.  The lights of their many windows shone like beacons for the tourist-weary.

Then the quick rush into a carpeted foyer;  the pedestrian-trample past a second-floor landing into a room sparkling of linen and mahogany.  I relished the meticulously-poured tea from authentic china cups that I imagine were once imported in wooden crates for many ocean-miles.  The specially-seasoned soy-fried Lo Mein that teased my tongue of a distinct flavor I could not remember.  Then the fresh smell of roasted duck that my vegetarian hands dared not touch.  But the taste of atmosphere was enough. San Francisco, a glowing ember out the window, the city lights a mirror of the starlit sky.  And the fresh dessert dishes with delicate miniature spoons meant for dainty slight-of-hand dipping.

Window-seat swimming sky,
the sweet tang of green tea ice cream,
and oriental scent.

*I usually do my haikus as 6 / 8/ 6.  This is a technique I learned from a book by Natalie Goldberg.  She titled it 'An American Haiku,' given the idea that American words contain more syllables than Japanese words.  Thus, I suppose she felt we were allowed one extra syllable per line.

Written for a prompt at dVerse Poets.

Retro Writes (Tuesday) #10

The Rules:

Welcome to my new writing challenge!

Every other Tuesday I will post some lovely retro-era eye candy as inspiration (think 50's-80's decades).  I will be posting photographs and advertisement ephemera that, perhaps, is quite different from modern day photography in hopes that it may inspire us to come up with parallels and concepts we might not otherwise make with modern art/photography.

Simply write a piece of poetry, fiction, flash fiction, or even create your own art-work.  Anything goes so long as you create/write something original!

Leave a link to your post so I (along with others) can visit and comment.  Please also link back to this page in your original post so others can find it.  

Most of all, have fun creating!

And now, for the prompt.

Retro Writes (Tuesday) #10

Look at the advertisement photo for a few moments and allow yourself to be inspired.

Here is my contribution:

Fan of Ann Bannon:  A Flash Fiction Story

"Seriously, Patsy, I dunno how you do it.  I'm just bored stiff,"  Molly exclaimed with much more fervor than was necessary.

Patsy turned another page flippantly, all but ignoring the poor girl.  It wasn't that she was ruthless.  She had grown used to the histrionics of her exasperated, boy-crazed dorm-mate.  At first she'd found Molly's dramatic speeches and ever-growing complains amusing, even endearing.  These days she listened with half an ear.

"Oh, I can't wait until Freddy gets here," Molly bounced from the bed like one of those cheap rubber balls from the dime-store toy machine and began to pull clothing from the closet. She sifted through the garments like sugar, never bothering to replace the hangers on the closet rack.

"Hmm,"  Patsy said with a blink for emphasis.  "Where are ya'll going tonight?"  Truth be told she was asking only so she'd have a more accurate calculation of how long the girl would be gone.  This way she could feign sleep shortly before her arrival without having to hear all humdrum details of her silly, girlish love affair.

"Oh we are double dating with Suzy and Lars,"  Molly said, slipping into a poodle skirt and a tight silk button up shirt.  "I think we are going to the drive in over on Hoover Street."

"Ah," Patsy said, keeping her eyes glued to the book. She cringed on the inside at the idea of sitting in a shoddy old car, hip to hip with some goofy college boy who insisted on kissing her on the cheek or discussing their next move to second base.  The idea actually made her chuckle aloud.

"What's so darn funny," Molly shot at her as a resounding knock echoed from the other side.  "Oh, that must be Freddy already!"  She dashed to smooth some lipstick across her lips and fluff her hair before grabbing her purse and all but sprinting to the door.  She stopped just short of turning the knob and leveled the heated cheeks of her gaze straight at Patsy.  "You know Pats, I dunno how you do it, study so much I mean.  All we're going to be, anyway, is someone's housewife someday.  What you need is to get out there and have fun with a nice looking man."

Patsy laid the book face-down on her chest, eager not to lose her place, and shot back at Molly without missing a beat, "What I'm reading isn't for school.  It's lesbian erotic.  Ever heard of Ann Bannon?  And no, I will never need a man, you see I'm not really into that sort of anatomy.  But you, Molly, you go out there and practice being Betty Crocker for some goofy boy who'll forget your name once he graduates to a more sophisticated lady who doesn't calculate her relationship on numbers and bases!"