Organza sometimes comes in handy...
... for a nice backdrop.
Special thanks to everybody who took a look at the auction, watched or bid! :) Very much appreciated!!
Tiny Yuki Onna, up on eBay...
She's a bit under 8" tall, in Kato Polyclay, silk and ramie fiber. It's fun to be back on the eBay venue, after a long, long absence! :) The auction ends Sunday night, Feb. 23, USA Pacific time. If you wanna see:
Updated Goblin Spider Fragment, with Mice...
About 15" tall, in Kato Polyclay, with garnets and wood. I'm thinking of doing a limited edition of this one...
Uptdated Fairy Herald
Happy 2014, Kind Visitors!
A Fairy Herald, underway. She's in Premier air-dry clay, with washi paper:
Working on a first BJD head, WIP
This head is will be for a jointing class Pat Lillich will teach next summer at NIADA's conference, and then for my first effort at a ball jointed doll. I plan to have fun! The head's about 2 1/8" high, in Kato Polyclay. She'll go to resin when she's finished...
Thank you, weibo.com Visitors!! :)
Grand-Guignol at the Century Guild Gallery
I'm honored to be included in this show!
My take on a Goblin Spider will be joining the festivities:
Dragon Woman progressing
Portrait of a Navajo Grandmother
It was my honor to create this piece for a Navajo family, commissioned by their good friend M.M. It is my best effort at likeness of their Grandmother, who had a wonderful face. She is depicted with twin lambs.
Horned Fragment progressed...
Oh so many beings underway, must take new photos! Meantime, the Horned Fragment with her polyclay barnacled base:
While searching
My lover is the silence of time,
from whom is concieved
enormity.
I am the raging of ashes.
You, who might have been he,
are not here.
~ Lou Rogers
While searching for a couple of poems for my Aunt's memorial, I came upon one my mother wrote. My father had been many years gone when she wrote it. No one ever stepped into his place in her life. Indeed, it summarizes much about her life, and that also of a friend who died by her own hand in 2005. When there is no living human center in a life, there is sometimes in the end a simply a merciful closing of the book. For all those who stand alone in the hollow of the world, peace.
Faraway
Now at this hour my Aunt's memorial is happening, faraway. I could not be there in person, but thoughts are there. She was my father's twin sister. Though she and he departed many decades apart, in a sense I feel they went hand in hand, for they both chose their deaths, and chose to die in water. A river and a lake, beautiful and loved. He was 35 years old, she was 90. There is a kind of poetic mirroring, these two so close and so far.
Next time I shall die
Bringing forth wings and feathers like angels;
After that, soaring higher than angels-
What you cannot imagine
I shall be that.
~ Rumi
Baba Yaga trio
Playing with photographing the group -- we need another session, but: