Tuesday, June 24, 2014

lost or found... new work

Lost an original Prim Pumpkin
Along time had past since she had been alive. She noticed things far more now than when she was alive. She was lost...a ghost child caught in between the folks leaving and the folks coming in. She noticed how the living called it a cemetery and made it sound prim and proper and how the ones who were not living called it a graveyard. The graveyard kept things in for the most part. When she arrived she was greeted by a cast of characters...a pleasant mixture of other lost ones and a band of pumpkin folks that enchanted the land.  Each one added something to the graveyard. In an odd way, she was happier being lost than when she had been found....
 Lost has stolen my heart- in a good non-grotesque kind of way! She has been waiting in my studio for a long time to be completed. She just sat on my shelf waiting patiently for me to make eye contact.... I was going to make a mold of her, but then, I really thought it through and decided that I am not a production artist. I like the process. I am comfortable with my "way" of bringing a character to life. I need the connection with my work... if I loose that then why even do it? So, I will not be making molds and creating LOTS of Prim Pumpkins.  I will make them in slow batches, the old fashioned way.  Creating a doll is very much like wandering a cemetery... You don't know what will surface.
Lost is one of a kind and will make her haunting debut at Ghoultide Gathering, a wonderful Halloween market in Chelsea, MI. www.ghoultidegathering.com

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Pickled Plum anyone?

In the beginning, I always thought of myself as a disagreeable child. I lived most of the 1980's with snarls in my hair because I didn't like it brushed and I refused to wear anything with elastic in it. I always felt like I was different, like I didn't fit the mold of the typical little girl. These are the trapping that should be cherished in a child. Or at least I think so... From the oddness comes the blossom of creativity and from the creativity comes free thinking. 

I think odd people are the very best. Odd people see the wonder in simple moments....Odd pumpkins are pretty much the same. They are the very best.

 One day while creating in the studio, I heard a tapping at the window.  It was Pickled Plum. She is an old purple pumpkin that taps at my window as opposed to knocking on the door. She loves fairy tales and costume parties. She has stories to tell if you are very quite she will tell you!

October 31st is her favorite day because she wears her mask and pretends she is  related to Marie Antoinette.... but she keeps her head... don't get any ideas! :)

Thursday, June 12, 2014

deep texture

Hi there, you beautiful Thursday!

I wanted to let you know that I have some pretty luxurious Pumpkin's in store for you this fall. The collections that I am offering are a bit more rich in color and deep in texture ... As I progress as a full time maker, I am more and more comfortable dipping into my stash of soft velvets and French market curiosities to adorn my work.  I hope you love the finished pumpkin as much as I do. 


“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly.”  Theodore Roosevelt


So, what do you think of my new pumpkins?

My booth is starting to come together for Ghoultide and I think you will be enchanted  **giddy**