Loveday Funck

01/09/2026

01/09/2026

The Unbelongings

Ink figures who do not quite fit

They gather anyway

01/08/2026

Eight years in, and I’m heading back to Festival International de Louisiane in April. ✨

Grateful. Steady. Still in love with the work.

If you’re in Lafayette, come find me again.

01/08/2026

If your nervous system could speak, it would ask for this:
Quiet.
Warmth.
Time.

01/08/2026

A small gathering of Unbelongings before they leave my hands.
Each one an original ink figure,
each one a fragment of a story that didn’t ask permission to exist.

Hand drawn.
Signed.
Paired with their own authentication card.
Not prints.
Not replicas.
Not mass produced.

Just… beings, waiting for their next chapter.

01/08/2026

Today, I opened a brand-new, factory-sealed package of 11x14 mats that I had ordered…
and inside were:
• two used 11x14 mats cut for 8x10s
• six of what I actually ordered
• a strong sense that I had just been drafted into someone else’s return scam

Somewhere out there, a person is telling themselves they “stuck it to a big corporation” by returning their leftover rejects.
Meanwhile, the only person they actually stuck was
a working artist who just spent half an hour documenting mat measurements and arguing with customer service instead of, I don’t know, making art.

Revolutionary behavior.
Robin Hood energy.
Except the poor was me.

If you’re gonna commit retail anarchy, at least make sure your collateral damage isn’t another person trying to make rent with paint and paper.

PS: Also, why are companies putting returned merchandise back into new stock without checking it?

01/07/2026

They are gathering...

01/07/2026

These are the Unbelongings.

Ink figures who do not quite fit where they are placed.
They are not lost.
They are simply paying attention.

01/07/2026

This is what today looks like in the studio.

Dozens of bag panels clipped and waiting for their turn under the needle.
It’s slow work, but it’s good work.
Each piece is being built with intention, one layer at a time.

I can’t wait to show you what they become. 🤍

01/06/2026

Ambrose Saltmere
Ink on paper

Ambrose stands at the edge of things.
He notices what drifts, what lingers, and what never quite leaves the swamp.