Every once in a while, a project that I've seen in my head--for weeks!--takes a u-turn at some point, becoming itself instead of what I'd envisioned.
Such is the case with Marie. What I had envisioned, believe it or not, was a droopy-faced sad clown, a bewhiskered hobo type, reminiscent of the 70's black velvet fellow with his bowler hat and shabby coat.
But at some point during the sculpting process, Marie showed up. She's a sweet old soul, for all she's green and warty. With a fondness for sparkles and fou-fou fashion, Marie still makes time to doll up every evening (she sells love potions and charms at a French Quarter sidewalk stand) and knows for a fact that her customers never truly believe her when she tells them; "Be careful what you wish for, Chere."
Made of a large and a small papermache egg, with lots of wooden bits for arms and legs, paperclay for hands and feet (and face and shoulders), Marie has a heavy bottom (don't we all?) and like a Weeble, she wobbles but she won't fall down. She'll be coming with me to the art show in a few weeks. Maybe she'll sell a few charms to the doll collectors there.
Have a great Tiw's Day!