Sunday, May 31, 2009

Back from Art & Soul Hampton Part 1

I can't believe it's been a month since I was at Art & Soul. I had such a great time, and learned so much in each of my classes. It was really fun to be with a group of people who really "get" what I do!

Vendor night was terrific as well. Thanks to all of you who bought my collage sheets and porcelain glove forms. I promise to have both on my etsy site soon.

In the meantime, here is the project that I created in Michael deMeng's Demented Toys class. If you haven't taken a class from him, I highly recommend it. He is as entertaining as he is knowledgeable. I also learn so much from the critiques that he takes the time to do at the end of each class. Here he is doing a critique under the watchful eye of the woman in the painting.

I was going for a steampunk kind of feel with my piece. She is constructed from an old roller skate, an articulated toy dinosaur tail, tiny bones, a china doll head, a christmas ornament and a vintage toy-camera pencil sharpener.
The main compartment is an old bob-bet bait box (Just half a turn and there's your worm!),
If you open the side of the bait box, there is a bone-y little surpise inside; the inner workings of the machine.

I was amazed at the variety and creativity in all of the pieces that came out of that class. It was such a fun day!

Sunday, May 10, 2009

A Very Happy Mother's Day

I am having the most wonderful Mother's Day. My family knows me so well. It started with my favorite breakfast in bed -- an egg mcmuffin and a coke!
Then, I received the most wonderful gift. Here's the story: About a month ago I saw a little soldier doll in a thrift shop. He was in terrible shape. His clothes were torn, his paint was peeling, and he was missing an arm and a leg. But there was something about him that I loved.
He was ridiculously overpriced, but the owner wouldn't bargain with me at all, even though she admitted that "this little soldier looks like he's been through a couple of wars." Once we got out to the car I whined that he really should be mine -- after all who else but me could love a little doll like that?

I didn't forget about him, but I hadn't mentioned him again, either. As it turns out, my husband went back to the store several times to try to get a better price, to no avail. Yesterday, he and my daughter made the trip to Orange, Virginia to get him for me anyway. You cannot imagine how surpised I was to see him! I'm anxious to clean him up a little, but for the most part I'm going to love him just as he is.

Isn't my family wonderful?