Oh so many beings underway, must take new photos! Meantime, the Horned Fragment with her polyclay barnacled base:
My lover is the silence of time,
from whom is concieved
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.
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.
Playing with photographing the group -- we need another session, but:
I've been working on these critters in 3-D. I generally keep sketches for 3-D things quite rough, as you see; if I draw them too precisely, I start feeling they're done already, and I'm apt to wander off... Also, to precise a drawing can prevent them from talking back as one works on them. Very important to let them make their demands as they develop! The sketches are apt to happen in coffee shops, on scraps or that perennial aid to design, the paper napkin. Then I scan them and enlarge them to the size I aim to make them, and use them to guide the armature. Above are some abyssal fishy-beings.
Below is an entity I've had in mind for years. Somewhere in one of my moving boxes, she even has a head. But, she's going to get a new one. In 19th century England, the 'Peddler Doll' was a popular thing. She was typically a lady with a tray of wares, often sewing notions. She frequently wore a red cape.
Well, I ain't much on sewing, despite majoring in Costume Design (or maybe because of it), so I want to do the 'Peddler to Hieronymus Bosch and Bruegel the Elder.' She comes along with her offering of wee demons and such, and wears a most unusual cape. Not to mention a living hat:
A fascinating gallery has come to my attention, carrying several favorite centuries and artists. To be seen in Culver City, California, the Century Guild:
She must be constructed in pieces, to fit in the oven for curing. The segments will be well disguised, and in a sense it makes design more interesting: one comes up with things by necessity that end up being virtues, often!
May has become a strange month to me. I'm returning to the surface after a death in my family. As I resume work on these abyssal beings, I think of two who chose to die in water, and in May: my father many and many years ago, and now his twin sister, my aunt. She was friend, ally, artist, listener, vivid mind and believer in things not yet created. She leaves a hollow in the world, she leaves us standing on the shore. May has become a strange month.
More in a while, on the call of deep waters.
She'll appear at the Spectrum Fantastic Art Live event in Kansas City, May 17 - 19. (Going to be a busy couple of weeks here!!)
WIP in Kato Polyclay, about 16" tall including the base. She's still far from finished, but now has a nice critter on her back:
She'll be available through:
If you like the Creepy, do go see the 1500+ entries on Deviant Art -- the contest is linked to the film "MAMA," opening on Jan. 18, by filmakers Andy & Barbara Muschietti and Guillermo del Toro, whose work I already love. To see the Competition:
With hope for a more peaceable kingdom all around, kindness and empathy, compassion and the seeing heart.
“The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.”
~ Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
Kind Friends, I'm just now moving this site from SquareSpace 5 to the new SquareSpace 6 platform, which has all sorts of fine advantages. Expect to see some missing links and other glitches till I've got it all set right! The archives and so on will be missing for a little while, then gain their own page. For the moment, the only "links" page that's set up is the "Artists: Doll" section, and that just barely. Much more to come. Thanks for coming along!
And yikes -- while I love most of Squarespace 6, I've not mastered the post layout blocks... they have a mind of their own and do not approve of me as yet.
And, testing slider and grid galleries within posts:
Underway in Kato Polyclay