The quack with charm and chaos in equal measure. Laughter follows wherever he waddles.
Monty Puddleplop (The Trickster Quack) floats into the circle with feathers fluffed and spirits high. Dressed in a jacket of swirling yellow-green nonsense and a red bowtie he tied himself (mostly), Monty’s top hat gleams like he’s trying to impress someone…though he forgets who.
Monty is the heart of laughter at every Hat Society gathering. Endlessly cheerful and just a bit bumbling, he stumbles into brilliant ideas and chaotic accidents with equal enthusiasm. His jokes don’t always land, but his joy always does.
✨ “By hat and by heart, I join the Hat Society.” ✨
Faction: Top Hat Council
Original: Acrylic on 12x16" cradled wood panel
Prints: 5x7 matted for 8x10 frame; 8x10 matted for 11x14 frame
Dashing, dramatic, and just a little dangerous. Keep your jewels…and your heart…close.
Fitzgerald Fitzpatrick stands tall and dashing in a tailored blue vest, trimmed with purple-pink fur that screams drama and dazzle. His crisp ivory cravat spirals like a spell. Topping it all is his signature fuchsia top hat, bursting with flair and crowned with a jaunty feather. Behind him swirls a Mardi Gras mirage of violet, emerald, and gold.
Fitzgerald Fitzpatrick wasn’t born into the Hat Society…he infiltrated it with flair. A former illusionist and alleged jewel thief, Fitz claims to have turned over a new leaf…but no one can quite figure out if he’s joking. He charms rooms, dodges questions, and always leaves a trail of glitter behind. The other members trust him…just not entirely.
✨ “By hat and by heart, I join the Hat Society.” ✨
Faction: Top Hat Council
Original: Acrylic on 12x16" cradled wood panel
Prints: 5x7 matted for 8x10 frame; 8x10 matted for 11x14 frame
Noble. Fierce. Possibly immortal. The Hat Society’s silent sentinel.
A commanding presence in cool blues and fiery glows, Reginald Vexley stands cloaked in nobility. His sharp golden eyes pierce beneath a regal top hat adorned with an ornate crown. He wears a tailored sapphire coat, a gilded brocade waistcoat, and a stiff ivory cravat fastened with a jeweled brooch. Behind him burns a mysterious orange aura…perhaps the moon, perhaps something older.
Reginald Vexley is not just a wolf in a top hat - he is the silent sentinel of the Hat Society’s most arcane rituals. Some whisper he was once a king. Others say he’s the wolf that time forgot. Regal, unyielding, and fiercely protective of his kin, Reginald doesn’t suffer fools, but he does enjoy an occasional bloody pun. If he growls, it’s already too late.
✨ “By hat and by heart, I join the Hat Society.” ✨
Faction: Top Hat Council
Original: Acrylic on 12x16" cradled wood panel
Prints: 5x7 matted for 8x10 frame; 8x10 matted for 11x14 frame
He predicts the future…occasionally. Equal parts storm and sunshine.
Clad in a magenta suit with a matching top hat, Phil Punxley peers outward with wide-eyed authority (or confusion). A red bowtie crowns his chest like a ceremonial badge, though he’s not quite sure why. Behind him, swirls of pink and purple shimmer like an early morning sky unsure of its intentions.
Originally from Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, Phil Punxley takes his title of Weather Warlock very seriously…on February 2nd. The rest of the year, he naps, snacks, and gives wildly inaccurate forecasts just to stir up gossip. A proud member of the Hat Society, Phil insists his magical abilities include cloud reading, shadow whispering, and meteorological mischief. (He once predicted fog and caused a townwide existential crisis. It was Tuesday.)
✨ “By hat and by heart, I join the Hat Society.” ✨
Faction: Top Hat Council
Original: Acrylic on 12x16" cradled wood panel
Prints: 5x7 matted for 8x10 frame; 8x10 matted for 11x14 frame
Soft, spooky, and a little unhinged…in the most charming way possible
Wrapped in star-sparked velvet and bathed in violet light, Ophelia Starmuddle floats somewhere between “darling” and “demonic.” Her hat is covered in glowing constellations, her smile is unhinged (in the best way), and the air around her hums with unpredictable energy. The orbs? Probably ghosts.
Ophelia doesn’t mean to scream during rituals…it just…happens. Her magic is dreamy, erratic, and occasionally louder than expected. But no one drifts through dimensions quite like she does, and when she smiles like that, the veil gets very thin.
✨ “By hat and by heart, I join the Hat Society.” ✨
Faction: Witch Hat Coven
Original: Acrylic on 12x16" cradled wood panel
Prints: 5x7 matted for 8x10 frame; 8x10 matted for 11x14 frame
Quiet power and ancient wisdom…where the forest hums, Thaddeus listens
Perched calmly on a blue log, surrounded by red autumn leaves and emerald forest glow, Thaddeus Bogswallow wears his star-dusted witch hat like a crown. His skin shimmers with mottled greens, golds, and purples - a living spell in amphibian form. Behind him, chartreuse woods blur into magic.
Thaddeus Bogswallow doesn’t speak unless the spell calls for it…and when it does, trees lean in to listen. He’s the oldest presence in the Hat Society, older than some of the stones they sit on. His brews don’t bubble; they hum. His eyes don’t blink; they know.
✨ “By hat and by heart, I join the Hat Society.” ✨
Faction: Witch Hat Coven
Original: Acrylic on 12x16" cradled wood panel
Prints: 5x7 matted for 8x10 frame; 8x10 matted for 11x14 frame
Rainbow chaos with a side of sparkle. Rules are optional…glitter is not
Lilith beams mischievously from beneath her wide-brimmed witch hat, its brim catching bits of starlight and mischief. Her golden eyes sparkle with untamed joy, and her fur swirls with streaks of ivory, chestnut, and misbehavior. She stands amid a burst of rainbow blooms…a storm of color and chaos and charm.
Lilith the Wild Trickster doesn’t follow rules, she rearranges them into confetti. Her spells go sideways on purpose, and her laughter can be heard echoing through meadows long after she’s pranced away. She delights in turning quarrels into dance parties and regrets into rainbows. Watch your footing, your potions, and your pride…Lilith is near.
✨ “By hat and by heart, I join the Hat Society.” ✨
Faction: Witch Hat Coven
Original: Acrylic on 12x16" cradled wood panel
Prints: 5x7 matted for 8x10 frame; 8x10 matted for 11x14 frame
Soft as smoke, sharp as thunder…Sabine’s magic lingers long after she’s gone
Sabine the Shadow Weaver perches quietly beneath her frayed witch hat, its buckle catching stray light like a secret revealed. Her fur ripples in streaks of inky teal and pearl, and her eyes gleam with gentle curiosity. The background swirls with teal, magenta, and peach - a dreamy haze where dusk and dawn blur together.
Sabine walks the line between charm and warning…sweet as clover one moment, sharp as thunder the next. She’s the Hat Society’s perfumer and potion-brewer, known for her smoky enchantments that linger long after she’s gone. Her magic leaves behind a haze, part perfume, part portent. Those who follow her trail rarely know if they’re being blessed or warned.
✨ “By hat and by heart, I join the Hat Society.” ✨
Faction: Witch Hat Coven
Original: Acrylic on 12x16" cradled wood panel
Prints: 5x7 matted for 8x10 frame; 8x10 matted for 11x14 frame
Small, bright, and unbreakable - proof that even a candle can warm a kingdom.
Timothy Pipwhistle stands bundled warmly in a thick green scarf stitched with golden thread, snow gathering softly at his tiny feet. His golden tophat sits proudly atop his head, reflecting light from the window behind him. The night sky sparkles with falling snow and glowing bokeh orbs that shimmer like distant carols. His ears are rosy from the cold, and his pink little nose shines with hopeful warmth.
Timothy Pipwhistle may be the smallest member of the Hat Society, but his spirit is the brightest. He believes that kindness is magic and that warmth spreads farther than wisdom. When he speaks, the air feels lighter. When he laughs, winter seems less cold. Some say he once convinced a blizzard to wait until morning simply by saying please.
✨ “By hat and by heart, I join the Hat Society.” ✨
Faction: Top Hat Council
Original: Acrylic on 12x16" cradled wood panel
Prints: 5x7 matted for 8x10 frame; 8x10 matted for 11x14 frame
He counts candles like coins and keeps the chill close, but the glow behind him hints at a change he cannot quite name.
Bartholomew Shillingfrost stands illuminated by a single flickering candle. His blue top hat is trimmed with a worn brass buckle and sits with solemn precision. His coat is a deep cranberry red with golden buttons that gleam like coins. Beneath it, a warm gold waistcoat and crisp ivory shirt reflect the candle’s glow. Behind him burns a swirling field of amber and violet light that seems to shift with memory and shadow. His dark eyes shine with frost, calculation, and the faintest hint of change.
Bartholomew Shillingfrost was known for keeping his heart locked tighter than a counting house safe. Every kindness was tallied. Every joy was rationed. Every ember of warmth treated like a luxury. Yet as winter deepened and strange visitors stirred the quiet halls of his life, something in him began to crack like ice underfoot. Beneath his practiced chill, a forgotten ember waited. The Hat Society hopes it is ready to glow again.
✨ “By hat and by heart, I join the Hat Society.” ✨
Faction: Top Hat Council
Original: Acrylic on 12x16" cradled wood panel
Prints: 5x7 matted for 8x10 frame; 8x10 matted for 11x14 frame
A smooth talker with quicker hands, Jasper Dustbarrel never steals what isn’t already looking for a better home.
Jasper Dustbarrel faces forward beneath a bold crimson cowboy hat, its brim curved with confidence and wear. A matching red bandana is tied high at his throat, patterned like a promise and a warning. His silver-gray fur is brushed with soft browns and creams, glowing subtly against a deep, shadowed background. His wide, watchful eyes gleam with cleverness, daring anyone to guess what he’s already taken.
Jasper Dustbarrel lives by a personal code that no one else has ever fully decoded. He doesn’t rob for greed and he doesn’t steal for spite. He borrows possibilities. A former drifter between worlds, Jasper slipped into the Hat Society through an unlocked window and never quite left. Some members say he’s unreliable. Others say he’s the reason the doors still open when they should not. If something goes missing and turns up exactly where it’s needed, Jasper was probably nearby.
✨ “By hat and by heart, I join the Hat Society.” ✨
Faction: Outsiders of Chaos
Original: Acrylic on 12x16" cradled wood panel
Prints: 5x7 matted for 8x10 frame; 8x10 matted for 11x14 frame
She watches the night so you don’t have to.
A black cat with luminous amber eyes sits beneath a crescent moon, her tall witch hat crowned with celestial symbols and a glowing central gem. Wisps of cloud curl behind her, stars flicker in gold, and twilight purples and pinks swirl like a living sky. A small golden pendant rests at her chest, catching moonlight as if it were listening.
Selene Nightwhisper does not predict the future. She remembers it.
As the Moon Oracle of the Witch Hat Coven, Selene observes tides of magic as they rise and fall, saying little and missing nothing. She speaks only when the moon changes or when silence itself becomes dangerous. Her visions arrive unannounced, soft as breath and sharp as truth.
Some believe Selene once walked among the stars. Others think she has always been here, watching from the edges of the circle. When she meets your gaze, you may feel seen, steadied, and slightly undone.
✨ “By hat and by heart, I join the Hat Society.” ✨
Faction: Witch Hat Coven
Original: Acrylic on 16×20" cradled wood panel
Prints: 5x7 matted for 8x10 frame; 8x10 matted for 11x14 frame
Hat bright as a promise, Elwyn arrives with the first yes of the year.
Elwyn stands front and center in a blush-pink suit that looks tailored by spring itself: broad lapels, crisp shirtfront, and a moss-green vest fastened with small golden buttons. His bow tie flashes chartreuse and olive like new leaves catching sun. Above it all: a pale pink top hat with a deep green band and a crown of blooms, roses nestled among tiny yellow blossoms and trailing greens. The background is a lush tangle of painterly foliage and petals, suggesting a garden mid-gossip, mid-bloom, mid-magic.
Elwyn’s paws never touch the ground when the daffodils bloom. He delivers messages from the wind, the thaw, and the first robin’s song. They say he can hear a bud opening from three hedgerows away. He arrives with the news you didn’t know you needed: forgiveness on its way, a door unlatched, a long winter finally loosening its grip. If you spot him at the edge of the garden, hat bright as a promise, it means something is about to begin.
✨ “By hat and by heart, I join the Hat Society.” ✨
Faction: Top Hat Council
Original: Acrylic on 12×16" cradled wood panel
Prints: 5x7 matted for 8x10 frame; 8x10 matted for 11x14 frame
He keeps the lantern lit when the path forgets itself.
A small bat with luminous amber eyes hovers mid-flight, his wings spread wide like a cloak of living dusk. He wears a pointed witch hat dusted with golden flecks, its curling tip adorned with a glowing lantern that swings gently. Around him, twilight foliage blooms in saturated strokes of teal, violet, and coral while floating golden lights flicker through the air like fireflies, lantern sparks, or tiny suspended spells. His fur is dark as midnight, edged with ember and sapphire highlights that make him seem lit from within.
Ephraim Glowhollow guides the lost through moonless nights. As the Lantern-Keeper of the Witch Hat Coven, Ephraim tends the hidden roads, the hush between wrong turns, the moment just before fear settles in. His songs are soft warnings and, now and then, invitations. He does not drag anyone toward safety. He simply appears when the dark has gone on too long and offers a glimmer bright enough to keep moving.
Some say his lantern does not merely cast light, but reveals the path a soul is ready to take. Others insist he is less guide than threshold, arriving only when it is time to leave something behind. To follow Ephraim is not always to return unchanged, but it is very often to return wiser.
✨ “By hat and by heart, I join the Hat Society.” ✨
Faction: Witch Hat Coven
Original: Acrylic on 16×20" cradled wood panel
Prints: 5x7 matted for 8x10 frame; 8x10 matted for 11x14 frame
The Sentinel who never leaves his post.
A weathered scarecrow stands beneath a brilliant harvest moon, his glowing eyes shining from within a grinning skull. A faded purple hat, marked with an ancient eye, rests upon his head, while tattered straw catches the autumn wind. Golden fields surround him beneath a sky alive with bats and drifting clouds, creating a scene that feels both welcome and warning. Though stitched from humble things, Gregorious carries himself with the quiet dignity of an old guardian who has stood longer than anyone can remember. Long before the Hat Society divided into Councils and Covens, the fields had their own keeper.
Gregorious Hedgewarden stands where summer gives way to autumn, watching over the last harvest before winter closes the gate. Crows know his name. Foxes give his fields a respectful berth. No one remembers who first placed the old witch's hat upon his head. They only know that after it appeared, nothing crossed the boundary without his permission.
The Witch Hat Coven has claimed him as one of their own for generations, but Gregorious has never confirmed it.
✨ “By hat and by heart, I join the Hat Society.” ✨
Faction: Outsiders of Chaos
Original: Acrylic on 12x16" cradled wood panel
Prints: 5x7 matted for 8x10 frame; 8x10 matted for 11x14 frame
She keeps what the sea refuses to forget.
A sea otter stands against a glowing coastal sky, dressed in the weathered finery of an old pirate captain. A tricorne shades her steady gaze while a cutlass rests at her side, but the true treasure is held carefully between her paws: a pearl casting strange light across her fur. Behind her, the water stretches toward the horizon in bands of turquoise, coral, and gold, suggesting the dangerous beauty of the Carolina coast.
As the Keeper of Lost Tides, Edwardina sails the waters, searching the shoals, wrecks, and forgotten inlets where the coast keeps secrets. Her glowing Tide Pearl never shines for gold-it awakens only when something lost is ready to be found, whether a sailor’s final letter, a compass still pointing home, or a memory carried away by the current.
Some say Edwardina’s family has guarded the treacherous shoals for generations. Others claim she earned her name after returning from waters no other ship had survived. Along the Carolina coast, old sailors still watch for the glow of her pearl on moonless nights. If they see it, they know the tide is carrying something home.
✨ “By hat and by heart, I join the Hat Society.” ✨
Faction: Outsiders of Chaos
Original: Acrylic on 12x16" cradled wood panel
Prints: 5x7 matted for 8x10 frame; 8x10 matted for 11x14 frame
I kept a beautiful part of myself hidden for a long time. Since accepting myself, I have continued to bloom, sometimes softly and sometimes like an explosion. Bloom Radius begins a series exploring the stories carried by bodies and meanings held by flowers.
In the first painting of this series - Harmonic Explosion - cosmos burst across the figure’s eyes. Associated with harmony and wholeness, they hold the painting’s central contradiction: the inner peace of becoming whole can arrive with enormous outward force. The body takes up space unapologetically, while the hidden eyes preserve the vulnerability of being seen.
Original painting
12×16 acrylic on cradled board
Prints
5×7 matted to 8×10
8×10 matted to 11×14
I kept a beautiful part of myself hidden for a long time. Since accepting myself, I have continued to bloom, sometimes softly and sometimes like an explosion. The Bloom Radius series explores the stories carried by bodies and the meanings held by flowers.
Peonies, associated with bashfulness, gather across the eyes of a figure whose body fills the frame. He is fully visible yet still partly protected, filled with both strength and softness. The hot pink underpainting radiates around him like an aura, suggesting that taking up space does not erase the vulnerability of being seen.
Original painting
12×16 acrylic on cradled board
Prints
5×7 matted to 8×10
8×10 matted to 11×14
I kept a beautiful part of myself hidden for a long time. Since accepting myself, I have continued to bloom, sometimes softly and sometimes like an explosion. The Bloom Radius series explores the stories carried by bodies and the meanings held by flowers.
White daisies, black-eyed Susans, and larkspur rise above a grounded figure. Associated with new beginnings, resilience, and an open heart, the flowers bloom too abundantly to be contained. This painting honors the courage to become open despite everything that has taught us to close down.
Original painting
12×16 acrylic on cradled board
Prints
5×7 matted to 8×10
8×10 matted to 11×14
I kept a beautiful part of myself hidden for a long time. Since accepting myself, I have continued to bloom, sometimes softly and sometimes like an explosion. The Bloom Radius series explores the stories carried by bodies and the meanings held by flowers.
White, pink, and blue roses gather across the eyes of a trans man. The flowers carry meanings of new beginnings, admiration, grace, and the impossible made real. His body is presented with tenderness, strength, and self-possession, honoring a life fully embodied.
Original painting
12×16 acrylic on cradled board
Prints
5×7 matted to 8×10
8×10 matted to 11×14
I kept a beautiful part of myself hidden for a long time. Since accepting myself, I have continued to bloom, sometimes softly and sometimes like an explosion. The Bloom Radius series explores the stories carried by bodies and the meanings held by flowers.
White magnolias crown a man while brilliant, broken light moves across his skin. Associated with dignity, perseverance, and endurance, the flowers echo the strength carried by the body below them. His age, softness, and radiance are fully illuminated, honoring the beauty that time has shaped and the life that continues to bloom.
Original painting
12×16 acrylic on cradled board
Prints
5×7 matted to 8×10
8×10 matted to 11×14
Energy in adversity
Chamomile blooms rise through lavender, neon shadows turning calm into an electric pulse.
Original painting
The neon pink on the original will likely fade over time, especially when exposed to harsh light…but don’t we all.
My printer can not reproduce the neon pink as vibrant as paint, but I will get it as close as possible.
Original 5×7 acrylic on cradled board
5×7 prints matted to 8×10
A small mouse pauses among wildflowers, reaching toward a bloom just slightly out of grasp.
Soft washes of green and gold settle into the landscape, while vivid reds bloom outward in loose, expressive petals. This piece leans into stillness and scale. The world feels large. The moment feels small.
Painted as part of a watercolor study, but finished with a sense of story that lingers.
One-of-a-kind original. No prints will be made.
8”×10” on watercolor paper matted for an 11”x14” frame
A single wing, caught mid-glow as if the rest of the fairy slipped just out of sight.
Layers of watercolor melt from gold to coral to twilight blue, while metallic and pearlescent pigments catch the light and shift as you move. The veining feels a little like stained glass, holding together something delicate, luminous, and just a little otherworldly. A saturated background of dark blue and purple with just a hint of gold and pink sneaking in.
This piece lives somewhere between study and spell…part observation, part imagination. It doesn’t tell you the whole story. Just enough to make you wonder where the rest of the creature went.
8”×10” on watercolor paper matted for an 11”x14” frame
This is not an ornament. It is a ward.
A deep plum sphere glows at the center, polished like a captured moon, holding layers of rose, velvet, and shadow within its curve. Around it, winter greens and twilight blues gather in slow, circling brushstrokes. Flecks of gold drift like fallen sparks, while soft whites hover like breath in cold air. Everything leans inward, as if the world itself is keeping a secret.
This piece is about protection through stillness. A quiet spell hung deliberately. A reminder that light does not always need to blaze to be powerful. Sometimes it is enough to hold it gently, saving its glow for the moments when the dark presses closest.
Printed as an 8" × 8" fine art print and matted in white to a finished size of 12" × 12", creating a calm boundary around the image, like a circle drawn carefully around a spell.
Originally painted in acrylic on panel. The original artwork measures 8" × 8".
A small, steady miracle in a blue vase.
These tulips don’t rush or reach too far. They simply arrive, upright and gathered, holding their color like they mean it. Deep purples settle into warm oranges and pinks, a palette that feels a little like sunset caught indoors. Everything here feels intentional but unbothered, as if the flowers know they’re exactly where they’re supposed to be.
This piece is about promises that don’t need tending every moment to stay true. The kind that keep their form quietly. Still blooming. Still bright. Still very much themselves.
Available as 5" × 7" and 8" × 10" fine art prints.
Originally painted in acrylic on cradled board, 16" × 16".
At first glance, it’s just a cabin in the woods. At second glance, it’s smiling.
The windows glow like watchful eyes, bright and unblinking. The stone steps line up into a neat, eager row of teeth, as if the house has practiced this expression before. It’s very proud of it.
This is not a haunted house so much as a performer. It knows the genre. It knows the timing. It waits until you notice the face and then it holds the grin, campy and unapologetic, daring you to laugh or scream first.
Inspired by cult horror and backwoods folklore, this watercolor leans into the delicious absurdity of evil with a sense of humor sharp enough to bite. The woods crowd close. The red glow turns theatrical. The house doesn’t chase, doesn’t lunge, doesn’t need to.
It’s already got you framed in its windows.
Painted in smoky blacks and blood-bright washes, this piece celebrates horror at its most playful: where menace winks, fear smirks back, and the cabin absolutely knows what it’s doing.
Watercolor illustration.
5" × 7" or 8" × 10" prints available.
Originally created as illustrated packaging art for a horror-inspired wax melt.
A moment so still it feels like a held breath.
A luna moth floats in perfect symmetry, its pale green wings stretched wide against a softly clouded field of gray and violet. Layered watercolor washes give the wings a gentle translucence, edged with subtle purples and warm golds that feel both natural and otherworldly. The long trailing tails draw the eye downward, slowing the gaze and anchoring the sense of quiet.
This piece lingers in restraint. Nothing is hurried. Nothing asks to be louder than it is. The moth feels like a visitor passing briefly through the night, luminous and unburdened, leaving behind only the impression of calm and something almost sacred.
Printed as an 8" × 8" fine art print and matted in clean white to a finished size of 12" × 12", allowing the symmetry, color, and negative space to fully breathe.
Originally painted in watercolor on paper.
Practicing courage, one leaf at a time.
A bright blue bird perches among a lively tangle of green, painted in confident, playful strokes of cobalt, sky blue, soft pink, and white. The surrounding foliage swirls and overlaps, creating a cozy thicket that feels both protective and inviting. Nothing here is rigid. Everything leans, wiggles, and breathes.
This piece celebrates small bravery. Not the loud, triumphant kind, but the quiet decision to show up and look around. The loose brushwork and joyful color keep the mood light and hopeful, as if the painting itself is offering a gentle nod of encouragement.
Printed as an 8" × 8" fine art print and matted in clean white to a finished size of 12" × 12", giving the color and movement room to shine.
Originally painted in acrylic on 10”x10” panel.
The moon rises slowly through layers of mist, its glow softened by distance and patience. Pines gather beneath it in repeating silhouettes, dark and faithful, as if the forest itself has agreed to stand watch.
This is not a dramatic night. It is a devoted one. The kind of darkness that settles rather than startles, where the air feels held together by breath and memory. The moon does not command attention…it remains steady, keeping time while the world rests.
Painted in cool washes and muted twilight hues, this piece captures a moment of quiet endurance. A reminder that some light exists not to dazzle, but simply to stay.
Original - watercolor on paper: 5" × 7".
5" × 7" prints available.
Some birds don’t perch. They preside.
A coral-pink flamingo stands tall against a swirl of cool blues, dusty teals, and soft blush, its curved neck forming a dramatic arc that feels equal parts elegance and attitude. Painted with bold, layered strokes, the background moves like a restless crowd while the flamingo remains perfectly unbothered, balanced on one leg and fully aware of its own importance.
This piece leans into quiet confidence and flamboyant calm. It’s about taking up space gracefully, knowing when to stand still, and trusting that being yourself is already enough of a statement. The loose brushwork keeps the mood light and playful, while the color palette gives the whole scene a sense of theatrical flair.
Printed as an 8" × 8" fine art print and matted in clean white to a finished size of 12" × 12", giving the sweeping curve and vibrant color room to shine.
Originally painted in acrylic on panel. The original artwork measures 16" × 16".
That suspended moment right before everything changes.
A pair of glossy red lips floats against clean white space, parted just enough to suggest a breath being held. Painted in rich watercolor washes, the reds are saturated and luminous, softened by subtle highlights and a dark, knowing shadow at the center. The image feels intimate without revealing too much, charged with possibility and just a hint of danger.
There’s a clear nod to cult cinema and midnight glamour here. Bold lipstick, low lights, and the thrill of waiting for the first note, the first touch, the first rule broken. These lips don’t rush. They invite. They linger in that delicious space where desire hasn’t quite tipped into action, but everyone knows it’s coming.
Printed as an 8" × 8" fine art print and matted in clean white to a finished size of 12" × 12", giving the image room to breathe while letting the color and tension take center stage.
Originally painted in watercolor on paper.
A pumpkin settles into the hush of late bloom.
Warm amber curves glow beneath layers of mossy green and deep forest shadow, while violet mums gather close like whispered counsel. Their petals open in small, deliberate bursts, rich with dusk and velvet light. Above, the stem rises steady and quiet, weathered like something that has seen many seasons and chosen not to brag about it.
This piece is about autumn holding its breath. Not the noise of harvest or celebration, but the softer magic that comes after, when the garden belongs to itself again. It carries the sense of protection, of roots tucked safely underground, of color lingering even as the year turns inward.
Available as an 8" × 8" fine art print, matted in white to a finished size of 12" × 12", allowing the warmth and contrast to remain contained and intentional.
Originally painted in acrylic on canvas. The original artwork measures 16" × 16".
An orange bus rolls along the edge of a bright day, painted in the kind of color that only shows up when the sun has nowhere else to be. Everything feels saturated. The air, the road, the moment.
This piece leans into summer’s easy confidence. Nothing is rushed, nothing is lost. The bus moves forward simply because it can, carrying echoes of salt air, long afternoons, and destinations that don’t need names.
Loose brushstrokes and bold color keep the scene playful and open, inviting the viewer to imagine their own version of the journey. It’s less about where you’re headed and more about how good it feels to be going.
Originally painted in acrylic on 6” x 6” cradled board.
Available as an 8" × 8" fine art print.
A skull caught mid-grin, as if it has already learned the secret and sees no reason to be solemn about it.
Deep blues gather like night air while flashes of magenta and coral flicker through the dark, restless and alive. The bone is painted warm, almost breathing, less a symbol of ending than a witness to endurance. This is not about death. This is about motion, presence, and the quiet understanding that fear only settles in when we stop moving forward.
A piece for those who make peace with impermanence and keep going anyway.
Available as an 8" × 8" fine art print, matted to a finished size of 12" × 12".
Originally painted in acrylic on canvas. The original artwork measures 8" × 8".
A small winged traveler pauses midair, caught between departure and arrival. This bee feels less like an insect and more like a folklore figure, entrusted with a quiet, glowing task known only to those who listen closely.
Painted in soft watercolor washes, the figure floats against a clouded sky that exists somewhere between worlds. There is no rush here. Only purpose, patience, and the gentle magic of tending things that matter.
The Golden Errand is a reminder that not all important journeys are loud or grand. Some arrive on translucent wings, striped in sunlight, and leave the world subtly better than they found it.
Printed as an 8" × 8" fine art print and matted in clean white to a finished size of 12" × 12", allowing the soft edges of the watercolor and the saturated red to stand in quiet contrast.
Originally painted in watercolor on paper.
Even magic needs a place to rest.
A crooked broom stands upright, topped not with bristles alone but with a well-worn purple witch’s hat, slouched and softened by time. Small details emerge on closer look: a delicate spiderweb tucked beneath the brim, tiny mushrooms growing along the hat’s crown, and melted candles dripping green wax as if the spell was only just set aside. The broom handle bends gently, more tired than broken, wrapped with a simple blue binding that suggests care rather than restraint.
There’s a sense of pause in this piece. Not abandonment, but absence. The witch has stepped away for a moment, leaving behind the tools of her trade and the quiet hum of magic still lingering in the air. Whimsical without being cute, the painting balances charm and mystery, inviting the viewer to imagine what happens just outside the frame.
Printed as a fine art print available in 5" × 7" or 8" × 10" and matted in clean white to let the delicate watercolor details and negative space breathe.
Originally painted in watercolor on paper.
A pumpkin glows as if it has borrowed light and decided not to give it back.
Burnt amber and honeyed gold curve outward in slow, generous strokes, each ridge catching warmth like a held breath. Beside it, sunflowers turn inward rather than skyward, petals blazing with quiet devotion, as though guarding a secret pact between soil and sun. Greens crowd close, alive and watchful, framing the moment where growth pauses but does not fade.
This is not autumn ending. This is abundance choosing stillness.
The painting hums with warmth, resilience, and the kind of magic that settles deep into the ground and waits patiently for its return.
Available as an 8" × 8" fine art print, matted in white to a finished size of 12" × 12".
Originally painted in acrylic on canvas. The original artwork measures 16" × 16".
Sometimes the bravest thing is not flying off just yet.
A soft yellow bird settles onto a branch surrounded by a lively jumble of green, olive, and flashes of pink and purple. Painted in loose, expressive strokes, the bird feels gently puffed and comfortably grounded, as if it’s taken a moment to rest, think, or simply watch the world carry on around it. The foliage hums with motion, but the bird stays calm at the center of it all.
This piece is about choosing stillness when everything else feels busy. About pausing without apology. The brushwork keeps things light and playful, letting color and shape do the talking while the bird quietly claims its space, unbothered and unhurried.
Printed as an 8" × 8" fine art print and matted in clean white to a finished size of 12" × 12", allowing the bold color and energetic marks to breathe.
Originally painted in acrylic on panel. The original artwork measures 10" × 10".
A low moon lifts itself just above the trees, glowing amber against layers of shadow and mist. The forest rises in quiet silhouettes, repeating itself in soft echoes, as if the land is remembering the same shape over and over again.
Nothing moves, but nothing feels empty. This is a moment meant to be overheard rather than entered, a pause where the night gathers its thoughts before continuing on. The moon does not announce itself. It simply watches, steady and unbothered, keeping secrets older than the pines.
Painted in moody washes and deep, softened edges, this piece leans into stillness as a form of magic. It’s the kind of night that doesn’t ask questions…it already knows the answers.
Original - watercolor on paper: 5" × 7".
5" × 7" prints available.
This piece depicts Pan standing quietly within a shadowed forest, his form emerging as a silhouette among tall, bare trees. Painted in layered washes of cool blue-gray, the scene feels hushed and atmospheric, as though the woods themselves are holding their breath. Light filters softly through the trunks, creating depth and rhythm while drawing the eye toward the winding path and narrow stream below.
Pan’s presence is subtle but unmistakable. He is not posed as spectacle or threat, but as something ancient and watchful, woven naturally into the landscape. The restrained palette and softened edges allow the mood to lead, giving the painting a dreamlike, mythic quality that lingers rather than declares itself.
Printed as a 5" × 7" fine art print and matted in clean white to complement the quiet tones and layered watercolor textures.
Originally painted in watercolor on paper.
A pale figure drifts quietly through the trees, her form barely separate from the mist that gathers in the forest. Painted in layered washes of soft grays, violets, and blue-tinged shadows, the scene feels hushed and suspended, as though time has slowed to accommodate her passing. Bare branches stretch overhead, framing a narrow clearing that pulls the eye gently inward.
Inspired by the legend of Lydia’s Bridge in North Carolina, the figure is suggested rather than defined. She is memory more than body, presence more than story. The watercolor’s softened edges and subtle texture allow her to glow faintly against the darkened woods, creating a sense of reverence rather than fear.
Printed as a fine art print available in 5" × 7" or 8" × 10" and matted in clean white to preserve the quiet atmosphere and delicate layering of the watercolor.
Originally painted in watercolor on paper.
Love, preserved long after the body is gone.
A raised hand reaches upward, stiff and searching, while below it an exposed heart rests against a fragment of aged text. Rendered in careful watercolor washes, the heart is dense and physical, its folds and vessels lovingly observed, while the parchment beneath it carries the quiet weight of grief, memory, and language. The hand above feels less alive than the heart below, caught somewhere between motion and resurrection.
Inspired by Frankenstein and the true story of Mary Shelley keeping her husband’s heart in her writing desk, this piece lingers on devotion rather than horror. It is not about the act of creation, but what remains after loss. The tenderness of preservation. The ache of refusing to let something beloved disappear.
Printed as a fine art print available in 5" × 7" or 8" × 10" and matted in clean white to balance the stark imagery with breathing room.
Originally painted in watercolor on paper.
A lone figure drifts through deep, shifting blues, her form suspended between motion and stillness. Arms extend gently outward as her body dissolves into water, the suggestion of fins and flowing hair barely separating her from the sea around her. Layered watercolor washes create a sense of depth and quiet movement, as if the water itself is breathing.
This siren does not call loudly. She waits. There’s something meditative in her presence, a calm pull rather than a warning. The softened edges and subtle variations of blue allow her to remain elusive, more feeling than figure, inviting the viewer to linger in the hush rather than search for certainty.
Printed as a 5" × 7" fine art print and matted in clean white to let the color and negative space carry the mood.
Originally painted in watercolor on paper.
These flowers did not arrive quietly.
Petals stack and spiral in joyful defiance, each bloom insisting on its own shade of celebration. Pinks flirt with oranges, purples lean into gold, and greens hold everything upright like they’re in on the joke. Nothing here is trying to behave. Nothing is asking permission.
This piece feels like a reminder that beauty can be loud and still kind. That abundance doesn’t need symmetry. That sometimes the magic is simply letting color show up fully and unapologetically, crowding the frame because it refuses to be minimized.
Available as a 5" × 7" or 8" × 10" fine art print.
Originally painted in acrylic on cradled board, 16" × 20".
Some flowers don’t whisper. They show up loud, layered, and unapologetically radiant.
This purple mum bursts outward in confident brushstrokes of violet, plum, lavender, and flashes of warm pink, circling a bright green heart that feels alive with motion. Each petal overlaps the next, creating a sense of abundance, as if the flower couldn’t help but become more itself. The background peeks through in cool turquoise, giving the whole piece a little sparkle and breath.
Painted as a gift for my friend Courtney, this piece carries the energy of celebration, gratitude, and chosen-family love. It’s about showing up fully, taking up space, and blooming exactly where you are, even when you didn’t plan on being this bold.
Printed as an 8" × 8" fine art print and matted in white to a finished size of 12" × 12", allowing the colors to sing without restraint.
Originally painted in acrylic on panel. The original artwork measures 12" × 12".
A cluster of tulips held in mid-bloom, flushed with color and feeling, as if they opened all at once after deciding it was finally safe.
Pinks layer over reds and soft whites in broad, generous strokes, petals overlapping like shared secrets. The greens don’t simply support. They cradle. Everything here leans inward, protective and tender, suggesting a moment where beauty is allowed to be full without apology.
This is not a quiet flower. This is a brave one.
A piece about warmth returning to the body. About color as reassurance. About the kind of spring that comes after you’ve learned what winter can take and what it can’t.
Available as a 5" × 7" or 8" × 10" fine art print.
Originally painted in acrylic on canvas. The original artwork measures 12" × 16".
This sunflower doesn’t face the sky so much as hold onto it.
Petals flare outward in unapologetic gold, brushing up against blues that feel like late afternoon and secrets kept by the air. The dark center isn’t heavy or brooding. It’s anchoring. A place where warmth gathers before drifting back out again. This is a flower that understands cycles, brightness, and the quiet confidence of taking up space.
There’s something playful here. A little bold. A little stubborn in the best way. It feels like a reminder that joy doesn’t have to be delicate to be meaningful. Sometimes it’s loud, radiant, and still deeply grounded.
Available as an 8" × 8" fine art print.
Originally painted in acrylic on cradled board, 16" × 16".
A small green bus drifts along the edge of a summer day, where blue opens wide and the ground below feels warm and unhurried. The colors do most of the talking. Sky, water, road, memory. Everything blurs just enough to feel like vacation.
Painted with loose, joyful strokes, this piece carries the spirit of slow travel and sun-soaked wandering. The kind of journey where time stretches, plans dissolve, and the best moments happen between destinations.
It’s a painting about motion without urgency. About choosing the scenic route. About letting summer decide where you stop.
Originally painted in acrylic on cradled board (6" × 6").
Available as an 8" × 8" fine art print.
This old truck knows the road by heart.
Painted in greens that feel borrowed from late summer and early fall, it carries a load of pumpkins like a promise it fully intends to keep. The headlights glow softly, not to rush the journey, but to say, “we’ll get there when we get there.” Leaves hang overhead like quiet witnesses, and the day hums with the kind of magic that only happens when the air turns crisp.
There’s something comforting here. A sense of movement without hurry. Of traditions traveling gently forward, one back road at a time. This piece feels like warmth rolling in before the season officially arrives.
Available as a 5" × 7" or 8" × 10" fine art print.
Originally painted in acrylic on cradled board, 11" × 14".
A jack-o’-lantern that chose fire instead of candlelight.
A carved pumpkin glows from within, its jagged grin lit by a flame that rises straight out of its crown. Painted in rich washes of amber, ochre, and deep orange, the fire flickers upward against a smoky, darkened background, giving the piece a sense of heat and motion without ever leaving the page.
There’s something feral and playful here. The pumpkin feels alive rather than decorative, as if it made a decision. Soft watercolor edges blur into shadow while the flame remains sharp and insistent, creating a tension between warmth and threat that feels perfectly at home in the thinning days of autumn.
Printed as a fine art print available in 5" × 7" or 8" × 10" and matted in clean white to let the glow and contrast stand out.
Originally painted in watercolor on paper.
A skull glowing red as if it has learned how to burn without being consumed.
Crimson and shadow coil together, the darkness no longer empty but charged, watchful. The grin is quieter here, more deliberate, carrying the calm of something that has already passed through fear and found it wanting. This is not rage. This is resolve. Heat held steady instead of unleashed.
Where the blue skull speaks of endurance, this one speaks of courage. Of staying present inside intensity. Of letting the fire clarify rather than destroy.
Available as an 8" × 8" fine art print, matted to a finished size of 12" × 12".
Originally painted in acrylic on canvas. The original artwork measures 8" × 8".
Welcome to
THE HAT SOCIETY
A coven of whimsical, witchy creatures dressed to the nines and steeped in mischief. Each painting blends storytelling, color, and chaos, turning familiar animals into magical personalities. Every print is created from my original acrylic paintings.
Take a little chaos home. These prints are portals to fox courts, tea-drinking frogs, and the occasional scandalous skunk. Every piece began as paint and magic in my studio - ready now to find its next home. Hang one, gift one, or build your own Hat Society wall of wonders. Choose the ones that call to you…the magic will follow.
These aren’t just portraits, they’re characters, each with their own lore, pledge, and sparkle.
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Radiant, vain, and positively fabulous. Bertrand never enters a room…he arrives.
Bertrand Struttington (The Peacock Noble) arrives in a tailored blue jacket, golden peacock-feather lapels gleaming, and a mauve bowtie knotted just so. His top hat is crowned with a blazing yellow blossom…less fashion, more announcement. Behind him, fiery orange and red radiate like a personal sunrise.
Bertrand believes the moon rises for his entrance…and honestly, it might. His vanity is grand, his posture impeccable, and his confidence blinding. Though his feathers are polished and his charm theatrical, the Hat Society keeps him close…for no one raises a goblet or a scandal with quite his flair.
✨ “By hat and by heart, I join the Hat Society.” ✨
Faction: Top Hat Council
Original: Acrylic on 12x16" cradled wood panel
Prints: 5x7 matted for 8x10 frame; 8x10 matted for 11x14 frame