I thought I would try a new type of doll, thought it might be fun a add to a sculpted doll but it ended up being too big for the new doll I am working in. I am alo trying a different armature for the new doll I am working on. She hasb't told me yet who she will be but I think it is getting close:)
After having some mixed feelings for this little one, she found her way into my heart:)
This is the story of the little match girl by Hans Christian Andersen.
Once upon a time . . . a little glrl tried to make a living by selling matches in the street.
It was New Year's Eve and the snowclad streets were deserted. From brightly lit windows came the tinkle of laughter and the sound of singing. People were getting ready to bring in the New Year. But the poor little matchseller sat sadly beside the fountain. Her ragged dress and worn shawl did not keep out the cold and she tried to keep her bare feet from touching the frozen ground. She hadn't sold one box of matches all day and she was frightened to go home, for her father would certainly be angry. It wouldn't be much warmer anyway, in the draughty attic that was her home. The little girl's fingers were stiff with cold. If only she could light a match! But what would her father say at such a waste! Falteringly she took out a match and lit it. What a nice warm flame! The little matchseller cupped her hand over it, and as she did so, she magically saw in its light a big brightly burning stove. She held out her hands to the heat, but just then the match went out and the vision faded. The night seemed blacker than before and it was getting colder. A shiver ran through the little girl's thin body. After hesitating for a long time, she struck another match on the wall, and this time, the glimmer turned the wall into a great sheet of crystal. Beyond that stood a fine table laden with food and lit by a candlestick. Holding out her arms towards the plates, the little matchseller seemed to pass through the glass, but then the match went out and the magic faded. Poor thing: in just a few seconds she had caught a glimpse of everything that life had denied her: warmth and good things to eat. Her eyes filled with tears and she lifted her gaze to the lit windows, praying that she too might know a little of such happiness. She lit the third match and an even more wonderful thing happened. There stood a Christmas tree hung with hundreds of candles, glittering with tinsel and coloured balls. "Oh, how lovely!" exclaimed the little matchseller, holding up the match. Then, the match burned her finger and flickered out. The light from the Christmas candles rose higher and higher, then one of the lights fell, leaving a trail behind it. "Someone is dying," murmured the little girl, as she remembered her beloved Granny who used to say: "When a star falls, a heart stops beating!" Scarcely aware of what she was doing, the little matchseller lit another match. This time, she saw her grandmother. "Granny, stay with me!" she pleaded, as she lit one match after the other, so that her grandmother could not disappear like all the other visions. However, Granny did not vanish, but gazed smilingly at her. Then she opened her arms and the little girl hugged her crying: "Granny, take me away with you!" A cold day dawned and a pale sun shone on the fountain and the icy road. Close by lay the lifeless body of a little girl surrounded by spent matches. "Poor little thing!" exclaimed the passersby. "She was trying to keep warm!" But by that time, the little matchseller was far away where there is neither cold, hunger nor pain.
This is Aerial, she is one of 3 fairies I have done, the first. I had a Friend from an ebay group I belong to come a sculpt with me for 2 days. Laurie AKA awakened dreams. I traded a rag doll kitten for 2 sculpting days with her:) She does beautiful Fairies and I don't. lol So I thought I could sure learn something from her!! I the two days she was there we talked more then we sculpted so we only got the head and part of her torso done so I was left on my own to finish her. I think all in all I did pretty good. With about two weeks of struggling and slicing off clay and putting it back on again I finally finished her:) It was cool to do something pretty but it is just not where my heart lies. But none the less I am proud of her:) I think my "pretty" days are done for now, I have way too much fun doing "ODD"
SHE BASED HER ON A ANGELA CARTER STORY THE EXECUTIONER'S BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER!! I HAVE NOT READ THE STORY BUT WILL BE SURE TO NOW:) SHE ALSO DID AN ALTERNATIVE STORY (SHE SAYS, A LITTLE INNOCENT) HOW CAN A DOLL WITH A BE-HEADED BOY BE INNOCENT YOU ASK??? I WILL LET YOU KNOW:)
ANY WAY, JUST WANT TO SAY HOW MUCH I LOVE PETRA AND FEEL SOOO SPECIAL TO HAVE HER AND A SCULPTING FRIEND LIKE KAMILA!!
ISN'T IT FUNNY HOW WE BOTH DID MASKS!! THIS WAS NOT PLANNED, THESE DOLLS WERE A SURPRISE!!
So I finally finshed,(well almost) Little boy frank and his mummy friend for the MRSBO exchange challenge. I was stressing out trying to finish it and then they extented the dead line:) I still need to add aa little frill here and there and tailor his suit a bit more too.
I just love her!! I got this doll from Sandra aka osa_pandra on ebay. This doll is absolutely amazing and made of paper clay!!! the details are amazing! I just wanted to share her with all of you. Sandra is sweet as pie and her dolls are too:) say hello to Zombrilia and Hungus!!
I am a frequent goodwill shopper like I am sure most of you are, and every once in a while you come across something that is a huge score. well I had two of those score last week.
I am not quite sure yet what I am going to do with this but I just Love it and my mind raced like crazy when Jay brought it over to me and said look what I found!!! I just love it:)
and then there was Frank!! I saw just the top of his head peaking out of the bottom of a pile of "stuff" that was just above my eye level.....my heart skipped....I knew just from what I saw that this was another huge score!! I proudly carried him around the store and people were saying " oh my, why do you want that ugly thing?" to me he was awesome and he made me smile the rest of the day:):)
I did this set about 1 years ago but it is still one of my favorites. Cainis is the monster on the left, he is a diamond dealer. The green monster is Mathias, he loves diamonds and oreos and Vera is the maid Monster......she loves diamonds too!!! These guys are a much smaller scale then I do now. they are about 4"
So Sunday afternoon I went to a local doll show, I have gone the last 3 years and this year I think there were alot more OOAK dolls there then bbefore which was nice to see:) I had fun and scored some cool stuff too. I got a bunch of antique lace and trim and two antique childrens nighties!! I also got some glass eyes at a good price so I was a happy camper. I usually hand paint my eyes but it is nice sometimes to have glass as an option. They are so pretty! All in all was a good day and I think I might get a booth next year. I will load some picture ;ater, right now my computer is being STUPID!!!! AUGH, I need a new computer!!
After some mixed reaction to Clarice's slit throat and graphic story I de-slit her throat and wrote a softer, less graphic ending. bottom line is.....she is ghost that wonders the orphanage garden.
When the Yellow Fever took his beautiful wife Eleanor, Norman was left to raise their only child Clarice. With a broken heart he did the best he could but life was so dark with out her. He found himself sinking deeper and deeper into debt and doom. He lost his job at the coal mine because he had no one to care for Clarice and with no job it wasn't long before the bank took their home. Norman had no where to turn and no family to help. He had no choice but to go to Mrs Blathersby's orphanage for the unattractive and mentally unsound. He knew that it was unusual for a grown man to ask to live there but he thought he could perhaps work for their room and board. He begged her to take them in and Mrs Blathersby agreed to and said he could be the gardener. She gave them a room in one of the towers. Norman thought that since they were no longer in their home, the dreams would stop, but night after night Eleanor came to him pleading with him to bring Clarice and join her on the other side. One night after waking in a sweat from yet another dream, Norman did the unthinkable!
As sweet Clarice lay sleeping, with her bear tucked under her arm, Daddy kissed her on the forehead as he collected her in his arms. He walk to the open window of their tower bedroom, stepped up onto the ledge and jumped.
Poor Norman did not know that if he took his own life he would not be going to the same place as Eleanor and Clarice but would be trapped in the tower forever.
Clarice can be seen from time to time wondering the gardens looking for him.
I was a hairdresser out of high school for 15 years, taught perm and colour theory. Then I got my first tattoo and met my soul mate Jay. He introduced me to the wonderful world of "art" OMG what a beautiful world I found!! Thank you Jay:)
I then discovered through this new world the art of body modification and the path of my life changed. We own a tatto shop called Addictive Tattooing and have had this shop since 1996. www.addictivetattooing.com
Now for the best part......For my birth day about 3 years ago Jay bought me some polymerclay and I have been obsessed with it every since!!!
I make OOAK one of a kind (Odd) dolls and I love it!! I have met some amazing artist though various groups on line and have learned so much from so many people who have given me endless support and encouragment.
I thank all of them, especially Kamila of www.woodedwoods.com
I love her spirit, her friendship and her dolls!!
With Gods will,I will make dolls until my eye can't see and my hands won't sculpt and I hope that will be many many years from now.