Last Easter I made some eggs.. some very bad eggs, I boiled and blew the eggs out then sculpted not so happy faces on them. Now the paperclay is a completely different colour than the eggs, so when I began dipping everything in tea to stain it, the faces went dark, the eggs barely stained at all.. frustrated I took the eggs with their sculpted faces and washed them.. NOT a good idea when one is using paperclay, their features eroded and all the careful sanding I had done was gone, now they really were bad eggs. I tied some ribbon to a broken toothpick and inserted it into the hole at the top of the egg, so when held upright the toothpick would keep the ribbon from coming out.
I then decided to try painting them.. again a mistake.. the paint simply wouldn't stick to the eggs, worked great on the paperclay, but not the shell. It went like this for days and days, until frustrated I gave up and admitted that my "bad eggs" were a bad idea. I hung them from my leafless tree at easter, then brought them inside and hung them on the wall.
Now something I hadn't counted on was my cats fascination with the bad eggs . The first one I found smashed to a million pieced at the foot of the stairs. The next I saw fleetingly as my cat ran down the hallway dragging the poor egg behind it.. this went on and on.. finally there is but one egg left, hidden away so I can remember what they looked like. The cats managed to find and destroy the rest.
Bad eggs indeed.
And today, with a terrible toothache and two vehicles in need of repair I feel like my angry little teacup.
I painted up a bunch of these months ago, but they just sort of sat around collecting dust for the longest while and now unfortunately are missing entirely.. I *know* I put them somewhere...
So dentist or cars.. my face hurts. :(
I am also embarking on the writing of a fairytale.. or so I thought. It is turning out to be frustratingly difficult to get the words I want down on paper. I am not really a writer, so who knows if it will be any good in the end.
I have finished up the first *chapter?* and only hate it a little bit, so that's good news!
I was playing around a few weeks ago and made some articulated paper dolls, the idea is to cut them out, use a tiny hole punch and fasten the whole lot together with tiny brads. I don't know if I "love" them, but here is one, enjoy!
So I have been terribly ill lately.. with a sore throat that still 6 days later, has not gone away.. it's just moving about.
It's insidious.. and crafty, everymorning I wake to find the pain has moved to the other side, or the top etc... not fun.
So in my ill state I have been painting a bit.. this my friends is a "Green Tailed Fin Tin" drawn to the specification of a 5 yr old, and though I apparently got the tail all wrong, I think it turned out not too shabby.
But this Monday comes with a hint of Spring attached! Of course I have been wrong before, and we could very well be inundated with snow shortly, but maybe just maybe Spring is here at long last.
This means of course I can go back to watching chipmunks, and thinking about gardening. I will undoubtedly plant a few things, then retreat once they are planted to see just how the two rival factions of Ants deal with the new plantlings.
Anyways here is Poor Esme, having had her house taken over by something awful. Octopus? Craken?
Just a little something I painted up over the weekend.. I still have some sort of obsession for eggs going on.. which is odd, because I despise them. Well, thats not exactly truthful, I used to like eggs, we were quite close, then one day eggs turned on me and I was deathly ill. Since that fated night eggs and I do not get along.
And here they are! I am rather pleased how they turned out. They are available on Etsy and soon available on my website as well, after it receives a makeover.. or make under.. or face lift.. what have you .
Up next, mini books! That will go along swimmingly well with my other books.
Canadian artist illustrator, eccentric and maker of many a useless thing. I paint mainly in watercolours with a folk-ish fairytale victorian-esque style. I sometimes dabble in making puppets, jewelery, kokoshniks and dolls of little woodland creatures wearing their winter jackets ;) I have also been known to write terrible limericks and dreadful prose.