Creating Beauty

As a child, I was frightened by a humongous Kissy doll. At 3, it was as big as I was and when you pulled it's hands together it made a smacking or a supposed kissing sound. I was sure it would get up and get me......making smacking sounds as it neared my bed.

Now I make dolls.....some are supposed to be scary, but most just reflect how I look at beauty. To me we have a very narrow view of what beauty is and is not. I have cerebral palsy and don't think I'm whining about it I'm not. I'm lucky my case is very mild compared to some people's. But you can pick me out as different, I walk awkwardly, but my arm and leg work correctly.....for someone with a partially paralyzed arm and leg.

I look like someone with CP is supposed to and in my way I'm attractive. I try to reflect alternative beauty in the dolls I create and so in some ways I'm still dealing with fear, but now it's not my own.

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

I hate when that happens

During the time that I was falling into illness, I was making dolls, but apparently my failing health robbed me of my sense of design, color and memory. Now I think this Lovecraftian style rooster would be something I'd remember, I have no memory of it.

Now one I definitely won't even photograph because it was so awful was a fairy cat sort of figure. I'm stripping it down to the wire on the wings and recovering the body and redoing the head.   I read about Norwegian fairy cats recently and I found the winged purple mess in my supply closet and I think I can redo this piece successfully.

I only have 6 more pieces to work with....
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