0. The Autumn Woods (Autumn Woods story starts here)

Welcome to my illustrated story, “Protect the Autumn Woods.” Here you will find all the illustrations and their corresponding short chapters. Most of the chapters are less than a thousand words.

Once you read a chapter, you can click on the link below, or the right arrow to go to the next chapter.

If you are viewing the paintings at the Dayton Society of Artists from November 1-December 15, you can just read along with the paintings on the wall. They should go in order.


Prologue

To outsiders, it seemed like fall came way too early to the Autumn Woods and stayed way too late.  The first trees to turn sang their first notes of autumn in spring. And the last of the trees’ colors stayed till the chill of winter, adding extra red and orange to the snow.  It was unnatural, some would say, for trees to linger through fall so long.  They could be right.  Leaves were almost always red and yellow and orange. Consensus decided the Autumn Woods were under a spell.  

Stories about the Autumn Woods, like the woods themselves, were a bit more colorful and lingered in the imagination longer than most stories. People said they were enchanted.  That their beauty was a lure.  That magicians and sorcerers lived in the woods, dangerous fighters and thieves and those who controlled the dead.

Others wondered if so many powerful people could live together peacefully. They’d quote the “Sole Witch Theory” of woodslore: that any woods purported to be dangerous or enchanted has only one powerful person at its center because, chances are, multiple powerful beings would not get along.

Though theories argued about who lived there, they agreed on one thing: that the paths through the Autumn Woods should only be used in emergencies, and that the magic there might be helpful and benign, but could turn against a nosy traveler. 

Best to leave these woods alone.  
              
In this way, the tales created a buffer between the Autumn Woods and the rest of the valleys, towns, and fortified cities that lay off in all directions.

Go through the Summer Woods if you want with its frequently-used, well-worn paths.

Take any of the paths that skirt around the Autumn Woods.

But unless you wanted to become one of the stories of the Autumn Woods, it would be best just to look, from a distance, at the bright yellow aspens, the boastful red and orange sugar maples, and see all the bursting, jovial trees and bushes as a curtain, holding a mystery from you, for your own good. 
              
Stay where you are now. On the edge of safety.


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“Protect the Autumn Woods!” is an illustrated story by Jerome Stueart in 33 short flash fiction chapters. The story features D&D-inspired magic-using forest animals who fight to protect their homes. This story was at first a response to a prompt list created by Jenn Reese and Deva Fagan for an October Art Challenge in 2021. You can now read all 33 parts of the story, “Protect the Autumn Woods” with the search term, #AutumnWoods. “Protect the Autumn Woods!” Art Show at the Dayton Society of Artists (48 High Street, Dayton, OH) from November 1 — December 15 2024.

“Protect the Autumn Woods!” is adjacent to a larger show of amazing Dayton Artists, “Small, but Mighty.” Come see all of the art, any weekend, Friday 12-5, Saturday 12-5 to experience the art yourself.

PROTECT THE AUTUMN WOODS! The Art Show, November 1-December 15, Dayton Society of Artists

Excited to announce my art show, “Protect the Autumn Woods!” up at the Dayton Society of Artists (48 High Street, Dayton, OH) from November 1-December 15. The opening reception is today.

It will be adjacent to a larger show, “Small, but Mighty,” featuring smaller (in size) works of Dayton artists. I think the theme works really well with this show, as my characters are also “small, but mighty.”

I have painted fall leaves directly onto the wall, and hung fall leaves (silk) above the paintings, giving you an immersive feeling. QR codes on the labels for each painting will lead you to the story sections here on my website so you can read along if you want. I’m recording a podcast of me reading the whole story on my Substack, (with a QR code leading to it) for people who want to listen to the story in the gallery.

Opening night for the show is November 1, 5-8pm, Dayton Society of Artists, 48 High Street, Dayton, OH.

I will be there all night. Come by and see the show and the larger show, “Small, but Mighty.” I think my heroes pair so well with it! And their works are PHENOMENAL. Nothing larger than 12″ x 12″ —they are beautiful.

Nov 8, 7:30pm, I will have an artist talk.

Later in November, I’m going to arrange a LIVE reading of the story for kids and adults.

Thank you to Jenn Reese and Deva Fagan for creating the prompt list in 2021 for everyone to freely participate and play in the Autumn Woods. I had no idea my playful fun would grow into this. I love the community of artists it created too, and a place for us to share our art and our process and just to play. This was play for me and if I could make every story into play I would be a happy, better writer. Play makes it easier. There was no pressure, and all the support I could hope for.

Thank you, friends, for your encouragement!

(As I mentioned on a previous post, if you have purchased one of these originals, and I’ve not contacted you already, please DM me. I won’t resell your painting. I know which are sold, just not to whom as my 2021 records have been lost. I’ll hold onto it till I know.)

I hope you have a magical week! I hope you do what you’ve been wanting to do! Renew your hope. Set intentions on what you want to go for.

You may sometimes feel small, and we all do, but you are mighty! You are mighty.

Bear Witness to Your Body: a 31-day Writing and Art-Making Journey to Body Positivity

We are given myths and distortions about our bodies, our sexuality, our desires from many places: our society, our religion, our parents, our significant relationships, our experiences.  These are messages and myths we then “embody” and take with us. Our bodies “don’t belong, don’t fit in, take up too much space.” Chairs are not big enough, clothes are not affordably made to fit us, airplane seats, theatre seats cannot contain us. We are continuously asked to control and contort our bodies. Or perhaps our face is not what others want to see, or our hairstyle, our fashion—not acceptable. We are too short, too thin, to ungainly, too much– and while we try to fit in, we “fail” to hide ourselves enough. What is an acceptable body in public?  In private? What’s acceptable sexual behavior?  How has an unspoken need for acceptance shaped our ideas of our body? How do we begin to own, respect, and love our bodies again?

We are already given plenty of ways to think about our body–but we need to see those body image messages, confront them, and replace them with true, accurate concepts of body image through our own study.

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Often, it takes a lot of work to reshape, re-craft our physical expectations and embrace our unique bodies, genders, sexual expressions. We must change our eyes, our perceptions, our beliefs. One way to re-vision our bodies again is through art-making– painting, sculpting, music, dance, writing, photography, etc. I wrote about this in my essay, “A Fat Lot of Good That Did: How an Art Studio Transformed My Eyes,” originally published in Fat & Queer: an anthology of Queer and Trans Bodies and Lives (eds. Morales, Grimm, Ferentini. Jessica Kingsley Publishers, 2021). I learned a lot about my body and myself through art-making, through photography, and later through daily watercolor art. That daily practice also improved my art making skills, and my body acceptance, tremendously.

This class will take inspiration from Classical Art to contemporary art, from Bouguereau to Boudoir.  Daily, you will be invited to create art with a pen, a brush, a camera, with writing, or song, or dance, to understand the body you have better, to understand others better, and possibly to understand ourselves better. 

Based on the concept of thirty day art challenges to improve skills, you will receive email prompts, from October 1-31, with links that lead to our Discord channel—with a piece of classic or contemporary art and a short reading and prompt, asking you to think about the art, or the story surrounding the art, and inviting you to choose a way to creatively express your response to the prompt—through making art, photography, or writing (or dance, song, etc.).  When you are finished with this month, you will have 31 expressions that you created that are in direct response to your personal exploration of bodies.  You do not have to use yourself as a model.  You do not have to share anything private that you are not ready to share. 

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The (Yard) Signs They Are a Changin’

“The Signs They Are a Changin’,” 11 x 15, watercolor, pen and ink, acrylic marker.

I’ve been excited by the Harris-Walz campaign. Something that’s been surprising me throughout, since KH became the nominee, is the number of new folks who are now voting for the Democratic Ticket. I’ve been hoping that we would find a way over our political and ideological divides. It involves forgiveness and understanding and not holding people’s past votes as a barrier to reaching out to them now. We can’t say, “Well, you voted for him twice, so you just stay over there.” We can’t afford to. Anyone who is willing to take a hard look at themselves and change their minds IS an ally. This is how you make allies. Allies aren’t perfect. But they get you to your goal. And ultimately, we all win.

Sometimes I’ve seen allies treated badly by folks— because of past failings, past tweets, every past action that suddenly MUST have a formal apology on social media that will be, of course, mocked and rejected by the self-selected arbiters of justice… and this negative reaction to a positive turn usually hardens the person against changing sides at all. They re-root in the ideology they originally found distasteful, something not aligned with their truth now, but they go back to it because they are accepted there. They are welcomed back. They feel it’s the only place they can “belong.” Sometimes, we on the Left, will criticize them, and say, well, you didn’t want change anyway then.

No, they wanted change–they wanted TO change, but they weren’t allowed to change for the sake of Change. That is a huge loss for any “Change” ticket or issue. There is no purity test for Change.

We have to create that “belonging” for people. We need to welcome anyone who wants to help fight for others, regardless of their past. People change; minds grow and change; and we have to work with those changes.

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7 Ways Tarot Can Inspire and Revive Your Writing

Grab your favorite deck and join us in two weeks! Or, if you don’t own a deck, bring your questions, story blockages, character conundrums and we will do the spreads for you!

Tarot Decks have been used to guide seekers for hundreds of years. Why couldn’t they be used to guide writers? We write about lives, about choices, about being human. With 78 cards, there is, at the very least, a lovely randomization to the process, but at its most potent, tarot cards have wisdom in them to guide you along your writerly way too.

I’d like to show you ways you can get insight on stories, and how you can get insight into YOU as a writer.

Maybe you are stuck on a chapter and you can’t get through: Why am I stuck in Chapter 7? What is happening in my head that makes me stop here and not move on?

Maybe you are having trouble with creating complexity in your characters— there are spreads that will give you some beautiful complexity to characters you don’t want to have too flat or simple.

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A Fat Lot of Good That Did: How an Art Studio Opened My Eyes

Jerome Stueart

(a previous version of this essay originally appeared in Fat & Queer: An Anthology of Queer and Trans Bodies and Lives, ed. Morales, Grimm, Ferentini. Jessica Kingsley Publishers, 2021.)

I had a little art studio for one year. A place for all my paints, my canvases, my artistic dreams. A place to be alone, to create masterpieces, to rock out to music, to be myself, to grow and learn.

Then, a year later, the art studio was completely erased, as if it had never been there.

All the walls were taken down; the room became a much larger gallery. You couldn’t find it if you didn’t know where it had been. If you didn’t know my window, you couldn’t see any fingerprint of where I had been.

While the studio was there, that brief year, it changed my life. It gave me a better understanding of my body — something I had never really seen before. It gave me back my sexuality — something taken from me by evangelical churches. It let me see myself as a work of Art — something I never would have believed.


While I struggled to create art, the studio worked on creating me.

For decades, Front Street Studios in Dayton, OH, had used an old Singer Sewing Machine factory as living space for artists. A set of imposing red brick buildings, some two story, some three, with giant fifteen foot windows, sat next to a very active set of railroad tracks, with a river not far away. Over a few decades, the old factory had gone to seed, become unlivable, a place for drug deals and fire hazards. A few years before I got there, it was taken over by new management. The new owners cleaned it up, bought out whoever was still there, and turned it into studio spaces for artists, with open studios twice a month where people from Dayton could come through, wine in hand, and visit your studio and buy your Art. The new owners brought in live bands outside, sold burgers and hot dogs on those open studio days. You’d never have known the place was abandoned and trashed just a few years before.

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Summer & Fall 2024 Writing Classes

NOTE: Some of these classes are COMING SOON. I will post to the main page when I’m going to run a specific class.

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Welcome to my Summer and Fall 2024 class offerings.

Below you’ll find classes that are 3-Hour Seminar classes, 30 DAY CHALLENGE CLASSES, and MULTI-WEEK courses.

Some are for writing Science Fiction and Fantasy, but a few are aimed to stretch different writing muscles like: Body Image Art-making, Spiritual Memoir, Using Tarot for your writing, and even writing exercises to warm up for bigger projects.

I’ve divided these below into ONE-DAY 2HR classes, 30 Day Challenge classes, and Multi-Week courses. Some are marked “Coming Soon.”

These short classes, filled with tips, exercises and information can teach you something to bring into your writing practice.

Writing Flash Fiction as Monologues


How do we naturally tell stories? We kinda speak in monologues. Storytellers captivate us for a few minutes. It’s a powerful way to craft flash fiction. In this class, we will examine scripts, plays, memoirs, musicals, 1st person stories, and modern monologues so we can glean techniques that strengthen flash fiction with a strong voice that will carry your reader, and surprise them.

$30

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Code Red

Sometimes a work lands in the middle. In between interpretations. In between certainty of which way it might lean.

I shared my painting, “Code Red,” to a friend to look at it. She teaches Feminist Literature. “These Red Riding Hoods aren’t afraid anymore!” she said. But then the wolf looked petrified and worried. Surprised even. Sixteen red riding hoods surround him. Film him. Report him.

She could feel for the wolf too. The “red hoods” seem aggressive. Or are they just empowered? We felt like this picture might be a Rorschach test for gender studies. I can see how the woods aren’t safe for a wolf any more. I can also see that any girl can walk her path without fear. She said, “or are they ignoring a danger? Are they underestimating? Are they too cozy?”

Is the wolf performing for the camera? Why are two of the Red Hoods looking unhappy? Has the wolf done anything?

We didn’t know. I didn’t know.

“The artist is supposed to know,” she said.

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Coming Out at the Last Supper

Fifteen years ago, 2009, I came out to my evangelical Baptist church in Whitehorse, Yukon, over Easter week. My last official duties as the Deacon of Worship were to lead the Maundy Thursday service—but I didn’t know they were my “last.” I wrote a poem called “Nobody called it the Last Supper” and read it during the service. I can’t find the poem right now, but the gist of it was that no one knows when the Last of anything will happen. The consequences of our actions, our revelations, may disrupt the future of Suppers with those we love. Mine did. THEN it becomes the “last” in retrospect.

I wanted to commemorate this anniversary (though it moves around according to the moon) by creating a painting of the last supper, but with the chaos that is implied in the Da Vinci painting, and the chaos that happened when I came out to each family at my church individually over dinner during Holy Week back in 2009.

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The Bliss Before the Ruckus is Worth it

“The Bliss before the Ruckus,” Jerome Stueart, artist, 11 x 15, watercolor, pen and ink on cold press watercolor paper. 300


STAY IN THE BLISS as long as you can.

Some things you just have to do— even if you know the next moment is going to be chaos. Even if the thing you want to do is going to CAUSE that chaos. That could be a little fun….

What happens next in this picture may not be as important as what is being experienced RIGHT NOW that makes the chaos worth it.

In “The Bliss Before the Ruckus”, we see a dog mid-jump to a big comfy bed where a cat is asleep—and here’s that one beautiful moment when they are flying, the sun hitting their face, the wind in their fur, and they know a soft landing, some bounce, and a pleasurable sleep on the bed is theirs!

Take a chance today. Try something you haven’t tried before. Be risky, but smart.

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