|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