Laura Stuart's Art

05/29/2026

Ms. Kitschy Witch will be open tomorrow from 12 to 5pm. We are normally open until 8pm on Saturdays but I have been asked to speak at a southside concert about my business. Saturday hours will resume to a regular schedule next week.

05/26/2026

Open tomorrow 10 to 3!

05/24/2026

Something exciting is happening on Southside, and it's bringing talented individuals together in remarkable ways - here's another shining example worth checking out.

Details Soon!

05/19/2026

Wow!
This speaks volumes….🤯

We went to Trump's Doral golf course in Miami to see the viral 22-foot golden statue — and then we found the sculptor, Alan Cottrill, an Appalachian Ohio art...

05/18/2026

These are the current hours at Ms Kitschy Witch. Open Studio bursts onto the scene in June - here is the sign up link: https://www.mskitschywitch.com/workshops. Mondays are when the magic happens solo, aka production day, because handmade stuff doesn't make itself. The rest of the week, you can find me at Studio Forget Me Not in Carnegie. Fridays might join the party too, we'll see, so keep checking.

02/14/2026

I'm sharing this lunar new year celebration that is happening next Tuesday at 5:30 pm at The French Spy in Carnegie. Proceeds benefit Studio Forget-Me-Not. There are still tickets snd there will be lots of donation baskets! One from my own business Ms Kitschy Witch at $100 value.

Can you feel it? The momentum is building—and it’s go time.Join me for a delightful Lunar New Year gathering as we usher in the Year of the Fire Horse—a year of bold, decisive, embodied action. This is an evening to charge ahead with passion and purpose, align with good fortune, and set intent...

01/31/2026

He wont wear a regular collar so I knitted him a super stretchy warm necklace. So far, so good. We shall see.

01/31/2026

When my world narrowed and safety disappeared, art became how I steadied my breath. Making art is resistance; it's a refusal to disappear, a refusal to let fear or cruelty have the final word. I've lost some things on this journey, but I've gained clarity. I feel much more introspective now; reality cuts sharper, but so does beauty. Amid the daily noise, I can love more clearly.

I see the people this nation turns into scapegoats – immigrants, poor and working-class people, LGBTQ+ folks, Black and Brown communities, Indigenous people, disabled and neurodivergent people, people living with mental illness, survivors, artists, caregivers, educators, people who protect the earth. I see their light, and so many of them are our greatest healers.

And I also see the cruelty – rooted in extreme wealth and deep disconnection. Money without humanity hollows people; a more, more, more mentality can never be filled. This is the real devil – a hell of being trapped by extremity and control.

Two years ago, I was kidnapped and carjacked at gunpoint. Trapped in a moving car with a man driving, wrecking, all while aiming a gun at my body, my head, my leg. A man taking my possessions, money, trust – and every possible ending for me filled my body at once. 'This can't be how it ends,' I thought, and yet I knew it could.

What followed was a 45-minute terrorizing ordeal and a miraculous turn of events that placed me back into the next chapter of my life. Perhaps I will save that to speak on it at a later date. Especially now in a society where weapons and force are funded while others don't have heat or food. Survival for me came first; healing creeps but its steady. Art is carrying me back to myself. I keep creating because it's how I breathe, because that inner connection matters, and because survival alone was never the point. I see you; I'm still here too.

01/24/2026

Sacred Hearts for Valentine’s Day!