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And then there were hands...creepy hands.

I'm at an awkward spot on the big little lady sculpture. (and yes, on other fronts, I haven't made a decision on a doll head but instead have made two more) I want to start working on the glass portion of her gown. Because--- it will be spectacular fun with amazing results! Or a complete disaster. Either way, the anticipation is killing me. But I can't start working on the glass until I have all sanding and messy stuff done. Who wants dusty glass, right? I must buckle down and do some hard things first. Like the hands. I don't know how to do hands of this size- haven't done it before. But I think...they should have some fair amount of detail and be somewhat realistic don't you? The fun part of sculpture is building the skeleton. Because--- it gets covered up in the end people don't know if you used wire and tape or tape and a milk jug to get the shape you wanted. There's green for you- reduce, re-use and re-cycle! When ever I paint I s

Folks- if you ever needed proof that I'm insane....

Hey I belong to this fabulous group of artists called Cloth and Clay Dolls. All kinds of figurative works by all kinds of people. And...recently I decided to host a challenge wherein by a given date "we" those of us who decide to, create a doll based on a favorite childrens story book character. Easy enough- I chose my favorite "A Little Princess" by Francis Hodges Burnett. Nope, not so easy. Once in awhile I go completely crazy and this is one of them. I'm on #6 for doll heads. So far not one of them 'feels' like my Sara Crewe. To prove that I've really done six- here are the first five. If you'd care to vote on which one you like (but please tell me why) please do so.... > Are you Sara Crewe? The famous Sara Crewe of 'A little Princess" by Francis Hodges Burnett? She must be here somewhere. Why no, I am not. My name is Immogene or something very sophistacted like that. I'm French, like Sara, whose mother was F

Here's a bit of beautiful...

Yesterday I was so hormonal! Know how I know? Well, I was finally tying myself down and following through on a commitment- it killed me it really did- and told myself I would do this floral arrangement- its beyond the 'comfortable late zone' and fully into the 'awkward late zone'. Not that any one has complained about it- just those insidious voices in my head. So I was doing it, today!!! This morning!!! Getting it out of the way so I could move on to things I really wanted to do- like my CAD homework. So round about 4:30 5:00 I grabbed a bunch of the artificial (I would call them silk but we all know they are made from a cheap polyester at best- maybe a rayon- the days of 'silk' flowers are long gone but it does sound better....) Looked down at their infinite fake-ness and decided that they were " so very beautiful - enough to make me cry !" The colors- that creamy vintage-y vanilla-ish cream! That deep, mysterious, turquoise-ish blue! The vibrant b

Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure- substitute other names...

I know, I know, I've been gone a long time! But here's a little snapshot into my life.... I don't advertise that I'm an interior designer- a whole lot, anyways. People think this and people think that....and my blog is not about my professional work life. Actually, I try not to let 'professional' become a personal descriptor. I find it limiting and boring. But once in awhile I do have some interesting adventures to share and this is one of them. My firm, which shall remain anonymous due to any conflicting legalities, recently was involved in a 'spec project'. We designed the interior of a home on a very nice golf course, the home itself was designed by a premier architect and built by well renowned builders. We designed the kitchen, bathrooms, office space, laundry space, designed details such as mantels, paneling treatments- you name it, we designed it! And if it was designed by us- it was drawn by me. When it came time to stage the house I

I know, I know....

I can't grab a minute to blog but I want to! Can't wait to tell you about my excellent adventure with Bill and Ted- picture me, a 19 year old boy and a 16 year old boy in a u-haul on a delivery an hour and 40 minutes away! I've got pics of that and the beautiful 600,000. house we were staging for presentation. I went to friend Kristi's scrap for just a short while and of course...art stuff and me- frazzeled ole'me. Hang in....please....