Today I am sharing with you a piece of me. No...I did not create this lovely art doll to look like me, so just stop those comments right in their tacks! HA!
No, I did not create her to look like me, but I did create her while I was a little stressed. It's funny how somethings, even if it isn't bad and you don't see it happening, that bit of stress can drive your creativity to a brilliant revelation of self.
I would love to tell you what I see, but I can't. It's not that I don't want you to know...it's that what I see is created within her. It shines through her details. It is not something that the English language is capable of communicating. It is a visual story. A story of a piece of me.
Pretty neat, huh? I thought so when I finished her. It's just amazing to complete a piece and see yourself in it so clearly. Wicked. Crazy. Cool. Just say'n.
But...since I can't communicate what I see, I could at least be kind enough to tell you how she is made!!! The base fabric is a piece of canvas that I treated with ink pads and spray ink and crumpled up to wrinkle into sheer fabulousness. I stamped the words on the background with CTMH stamps and Tim Holtz Distress ink.
Her face is sculpted from a translucent polymer clay and coated with a glitter glaze. Her features are painted on.
As is my norm, I have a couple of upcycled pieces in there - her torso is a coffee sleeve from Starbucks and her head is adorned with some gold pieces salvaged from a holiday wreath. The smaller set of wings is stamped on vintage encyclopedia pages. The larger wings and the key making up the head and foot are grungeboard covered in glitter.
....and she serves as a reminder. A reminder to take flight and fly away. I love her. Even if The Hubbums thinks she is creepy. Just say'n.