Calling ALL artists, artisans, and entrepreneurs! bakers, makers, booty shakers! crafters, creators, curators! writers, wrappers, this-and-thaters!

The Saturday Star wants YOU for our weekly feature shining a bit of Star-Light on independent thinkers and their creations.

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Star-Light, star bright, the first stars I see tonight
I wish I may, I wish I might
Shine on them a bit of light~

isla_500x500-24073751_dobr375fHand-crafted one of a kind creations, with extra kindness, by your very own Zu-Zu, and her family of Irregular Artbeats.

Shameless self-promotion leaves no lines uncrossed, but with a silver-sclusive of my very own coming your way soon on Zuzu.Lee

Turn on you love lights, and shine a little on:

Acrylic on framed Canvas paintings by WildEr

Raw crystal and natural stone jewelry, handcrafted with glass beads on nylon thread, by our #1 Fan: Momma Artbeat

Raw crystals from the dirt-y hands of Digger Dave, or as we call him “Hey, Hippie!”
…also known as Dad. Cleansed “with a toothbrush” and charged under the star-light of the milky way here in the foothills of the Sierra Nevadas in the Free State of Jefferson.

Art runs thicker than blood, and in this family, we share both.


Did somebody say “blood” ? — painting by WildEr

You- that’s right, YOU could be the next Saturday Star! See above for details.



Dark Star

Listening to: Grateful Dead live at Winterland – New Years 1979

Dark star crashes pouring its light into ashes– the grid is down, explosions in the night, sounds the prophet on the street corner “the end is nigh!” It is in these darkest hours that our stars shine the brightest. When all light has gone out, when all hope, and all broadband connectivity, is lost. It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s… a sensation that is difficult to explain, but we know in our hearts as the coming of an apocalypse 17 years too late.

We survived Y2K. Our days outnumber that of the Mayan calendar. The great Rapture? More like shitty rap-tour. Pigs fly first class, the Cubs won the World Series, it’s the end of the world as we know it… and it’s about damn time. Magic 8-ball says: outlook not so good. By today’s standards, that’s cause for an ice cold Celebration by Sierra Nevada. What do you get the generation that has it all?


rock-to-wind-string-around      Everybody wants a rock to wind a piece of string around, or perhaps, a prosthetic forehead to wear on their real head?

isla_500x500-24073751_dobr375f      One of a kind original artwork by Irregular ARTbeats

dislike     If you did not enjoy my list, this one’s for you.

From a hero of mine to a hero of his, signing off on the New Year– here’s to the breezes that blow through the treeses, that lift the girls skirts above their kneeses, it teases, it pleases, here’s to that snatch—down the hatch!