Just fooling around with some clay. It did not darken in the oven as it usually does, but when I finished curing it, the legs fell off, as did one of her hands, and she cracked midwaist. Poor old crone!
Showing posts with label crone. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crone. Show all posts
Monday, January 9, 2012
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
crone revisited
I have added some trimmings to the Crone, and she is called The Amber Crone (an Autumn Crone).
The eyelash trimming reminded me of colorful leaves, and the trimming on bottom reminds me of tree roots.
My friend, evie ,
has also completed her doll for our Equinox project...it is her first polymer clay doll...please go take a look, and comment if you'd like.
The eyelash trimming reminded me of colorful leaves, and the trimming on bottom reminds me of tree roots.
My friend, evie ,
has also completed her doll for our Equinox project...it is her first polymer clay doll...please go take a look, and comment if you'd like.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
autumn crones
I started on an Autumn Crone for my Equinox project. Very unfortunately, the clay burned and cracked in the oven, even though I had correct temps (verified w/thermometer). Very disappointing.
Well, anyway, she is a very rough figure, I only spent a couple of hours on it. ... clay over a gourd and a mini flower pot turned upside down.
I like her despite her burnt appearance. I don't think she's done though, and I don't know her name yet.
I may start another crone for the project, since this one didn't turn out so well.
Well, anyway, she is a very rough figure, I only spent a couple of hours on it. ... clay over a gourd and a mini flower pot turned upside down.
I like her despite her burnt appearance. I don't think she's done though, and I don't know her name yet.
I may start another crone for the project, since this one didn't turn out so well.
Labels:
autumn,
crone,
dollmaking,
dolls,
Equinox
Saturday, August 15, 2009
the energy of one (with thanks & apologies to The Walking Man)
I resonate with the energy of one
still intact
No trail of DNA running around
no trace other than myself
I am whole
my solar plexus has no hole
and now I am a crone
my knowledge not so set in stone,
as waves of change must change
what we know
In one way or another, we
shift perspective, see with other eyes,
and live in synch with natural forces
As these years gather
so do I
bark and bone, leathers and stones,
treebeards and weathered wood
these are my tools
for creating art and ritual
My ancestors live on in my blood.
I am a final product.
still intact
No trail of DNA running around
no trace other than myself
I am whole
my solar plexus has no hole
and now I am a crone
my knowledge not so set in stone,
as waves of change must change
what we know
In one way or another, we
shift perspective, see with other eyes,
and live in synch with natural forces
As these years gather
so do I
bark and bone, leathers and stones,
treebeards and weathered wood
these are my tools
for creating art and ritual
My ancestors live on in my blood.
I am a final product.
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