Just another detail from my take on 'Vasilisa the Beautiful.'
Sunday, January 7, 2007 at 01:41 PM
Blue Faery Dreaming, an "ACEO" card (Artist Cards, Editions & Originals, a phenomenon on eBay and elsewhere, standard trading card size at 2.5" x 3.5").
Never Take Your Bird to the Vatican
I have a bird, Little Ahab, a slightly disabled dove, and my darling. He gazes upon me even now, with one dear beady eye, from a favorite roost atop an eight foot triptych. This bird trusts me (most of the time). Like most domestic birds, he would meet a tragic end, swift or slow, were he to escape outdoors. I have nightmares about him lost, hobbling the gutters, the dim image of his seed, pellet, salad, and treat dishes fading in his tiny, starving brain...
In a recent dream, I found myself inexplicably wandering St. Peter’s Basilica, clutching my squirming birdie in my hands. St. Peter’s: that’s one big place. I was last there with some hundred and eighty Sisters of Christian Charity, for the Beatification of Mother Pauline Von Mallinckrodt (whose portrait I had done). You can lose 180 nuns in St. Peter's, and their substantial relatives too, never mind one tiny bird.
Throughout the dream I traipsed that vast and intricate marble edifice, Little Ahab wriggling ever more energetically. I realized his escape in St. Peter’s would be as bad or worse than escape in Rhode Island. They’re almost the same size. I’d have to remain in St. Peter’s permanently, for the rest of my life, leaving food for my bird. Doves have been known to live near 30 years. If fed properly.
Would the great rotunda be the place to sprinkle his dinner? Would he see me, and come? Or would he starve, and, unbeknownst to me, drop behind the great Bernini altarpiece, leaving me to scatter futile Mazuri Small Bird Maintenance Diet near the Pieta until my own demise, years hence...
Like I said, never take your bird to the Vatican.
Below, a detail from my portrait of Mother Pauline, which was full figure and somewhat larger than life. I worked from one photograph; the only one taken of her before her death in 1881. She had a wonderful face, and a kind heart:
This painting was sent to Milan, as a pattern for a mosaic. There, sadly, it was stolen by a disgruntled liturgical arts company employee, and never seen again. I also did a large sculpture of Mother Pauline with a child, in plasticine (which weighed near 400 lbs. -- see Liturgical Work gallery). Traveling to Rome and Germany with sisters from the order Mother Pauline founded was wholly fascinating...
But, anon.
Flidais Dressed
Just a quick image...
Ice Faery whole...
...or, making strong 3-D spiky things in polymer clay. This figure would stand about 8 inches in stocking feet. She flew to her new home via eBay, arriving undamaged.
My motto: Look like a butterfly, ship like a tennis ball.
To achieve this, one first needs a strong material. Amongst polymer clays, I recommend Kato Polyclay, Classic Fimo and Puppen Fimo. I understand Cernit is also quite strong, but I’ve not worked with it. No doubt there are others: experiment, and check out the enormous polyclay reference site, Glass Attic:
http://www.glassattic.com/
To test clay strength, I roll little ‘snakes’ (worms, if you prefer) as thin as my thinnest planned finger, tail, or other appendage, and bake them thoroughly. Then I set about bending and snapping them. Most informative. And I always make sure to cure a clay as long and hot as the manufacturer suggests. Under baked polymer clay is like ceramic greenware -- very fragile. Kato clay and the Fimos mentioned above all take long, repeated baking very well, though there may be some colour shift. Again, experiment.
Armatures: I armature everything, including fingers (many achieve beautiful fingers without armature, but... well, I need something to press against). Overall, an armature strengthens and supports, and in these winter faeries, each protrusion is built over wire. I now use a gold-plated or gold-filled wire, as this seems to help prevent verdigris. And for a tiny critter, it’s not too expensive.
To help the polymer clay adhere to the wire, I paint it with Gem-tac glue. That’s a white glue, that happens to be particularly good a clinging to nonporous surfaces. Sobo would do as well, if you can get it to cover the wire. I let the glue dry on the armature. The polyclay adheres well with dried white (PVA) glue.
Another good armature material: Aves Apoxie Sculpt, Fixit or Fixit Sculpt. Read about them at the Aves site: http://avesstudio.com/
I’m partial to the Fixit Sculpt. I cover an armature with it, then coat it with a PVA glue, as above. The polymer clay adheres well, is supported during baking, and, thus far, I’ve not had cracking problems (I watched for this, given the possibility of varied shrinking/cooling rates).
But enough for now. E-mail me if you have a question about this, and, despite cultivating a fashionable degree of ADD, I’ll aim to answer! Soon. Really.
The Snow Queen
A detail from a Snow Queen in progress, oil on canvas. I wanted to capture the remote nature of the character as she appears to me, chill and numinous. The boy (Kay, in the Hans Christian Andersen story) is a near likeness of my father as a child. He fled this world poignantly early, and this tale felt fitting.
Into the wild wood...
Into the woods, and the mysterious new year. This is a detail from a sketch for the Russian folktale, "Vasilisa the Beautiful." Vasilisa goes into the wood, to fetch a light from Baba Yaga. Baba Yaga is the famous witch who lives in a hut on chicken legs. This is an image I must pursue...
Thursday, December 28, 2006 at 09:06 AM
Bear...
Working to get better bear pictures... Meantime, this is from the tale "East of the Sun, West of the Moon," the Maiden and the Bear, in air-dry clays, Aves Apoxie Sculpt, kozo paper, mohair.
Baba Yaga Dines
Time for feasting and festivity. At this particular moment, however, I identify with Baba Yaga: living deep in the (mental) woods, with a few choice pets, having the occasional guest for dinner (main course).
Good Advice from an Elf
"We put the thought of all that we love into all that we make."
~ J.R.R. Tolkein
The Fellowship of the Ring
Packing up and Moving in...
Shortly my old web address (Forestrogers.com) will take everybody here, instead of to my ancient and decrepit website. I’ll update that at leisure (lots of minute scraps of leisure strung together). Meantime, this is the my place to be! The Mouse above hopes you’ll join us in our travels and adventures...
Orpheus at the Styx
I’ve loaded an eclectic bunch of images into a photo album at left, under “Study in Hope and Clay.” They’re part of a project that must remain mysterious for the moment. This one, Orpheus, touches one of my favorite themes-- the journey to the underworld and back. Such tales have always felt familiar; we brave the internal abyss, in hope of bringing back some mystery otherwise never manifested. Love this poem:
If each day falls
inside each night,
there exists a well
where clarity is imprisoned.
We need to sit on the edge
of the well of darkness
and fish for fallen light
with patience.
~ Pablo Neruda
Daughter of Lir: Swan Maiden
This Swan Maiden was inspired by the tale "The Fate of the Children of Lir." I was fortunate enough to travel to Ireland, and see some of the areas associated with this story (more on travels with Jungians when I have my brain polished up).
Solace for the Fretful Artist
Words to lift sagging spirits (no foundation garment can accomplish so much) and remind us why we do what we do:
‘There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium, and (it) will be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is, nor how it compares with other expression. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly-- to keep the channel open.”
~Martha Graham