My muse is a woeful creature lately. There's not an abundance of inspiration floating about my atmosphere. I did manage to create something new earlier in the week, but it was an old sketch, and it took much longer than usual. (insert a big melodramatic swoon here)
Most of my energy has been spent throwing bones to the pack of rabid wolves at the door. Doctor appointments, toss a bone. Bills----toss a lot of bones, but I know they are always hungry. Kid's dramas, and dreams....toss all the bones I have as these wolves are loved and need to be kept well fed! Work....digging for the dusty bone bits that are left in the bottom of the basket. Red Riding Hood is running low on bones.
Oh good grief....I'm becoming a drama queen stuck in her own fairy tale. :)
Anyway, I have had this half baked idea for a doll, and I just can't quite complete the full picture. There's a song, Gepetto by Belly. I love that song. there's one line that says "That kid came over to my house today.....decapitated all my dolls." Silly me I have the song on my MP3 so I hear it all the time, and I keep wanting to make a doll that reflects the feeling I get when I hear that line. Most of my dolls tend to be fat , and sassy gals, and I am having a hard time reconciling my thin unaware beauty, woeful, and resigned girl idea with a pattern. I want to sit and get it worked out on paper, but alas all those wolves won't let me be long enough. Speaking of wolves I must get ready for work. May all you beautiful artists find a balance with your muses today!
