Posts Tagged ‘dolls’

Dead dolls

Sunday, June 28th, 2015

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Encaustic covered altered Barbies

Friday, May 30th, 2014

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These altered, encaustic covered pieces are available directly though me or through OVA arts

Anna O’Neil

Wednesday, September 28th, 2011

Flickr friend, Anna O’neil bought a painting of mine last year and this year she had it framed, I am thrilled to see how beautiful it looks and how sweet it is when collectors display the art with integrity.

I noticed she posted some images to her flickr photostream of a recent installation she did and I just love how it looks and what the thinking was behind the piece. So, I asked Anna to tell me more and this is what she says:

The piece was part of the work presented at the Chiddingly festival in the UK.

Anna explains: “Babes in the woods came about from tiny little dolls I bought in flea market in Berlin. I arrange them occasionally around the house but am far too fond of them to paint them.”

I’m struck by how they seem to have sprouted right from the ground in a most natural way, yet appear to be flying.

Anna elaborates: “Babes in the woods is a pun on the fairy story where two children are abandoned to die in woods. The woods to me is the subconscious and these white baby figures each with a blue mark are symbolic of various things, little white lies that cling, outright horror of half remembered incidents that haunt, babies that will never be held, an outpouring of the soil releasing infants all attched with taut black umbilical s. ”

“The white baby figures are all ascending into the canopy, into the light, little cherubs maybe, they seem distracted only the one in the lead is buoyant, arms outstretched. They are the secret wishes, the unfilled dreams that tease and taunt, the are all the same colours white with a patch of Blue (layered up in 4 blues). Blue represents the blanket anxiety that exists for each one and the cold physical feeling of heartbreak.”

I so wish I could have experienced that in person!

Jesus inside

Wednesday, January 23rd, 2008

Finished up a couple of art dolls, I want to get more work done today but I’m sleepy and low energy after a restless, dreamless night and the rain and gloom is bringing me down down down, and the cold isn’t a friend to my feet either. Boohoo, I’m feeling sufficiently sorry for myself, maybe I ought to think about some of last years problems, that usually makes me appreciate almost any day!

She didn’t have to go to church because she had Jesus inside her

Here is a comment from friend David, just because I like his  unique take on it…
"dear tricia.
by the time i got around to looking at this i was very drunk and very tired and i started to cry right away. it wasn’t because of the jesus/christian angle, which is so "let me at those fuckers with my baseball bat of flaming gold" that i won’t even go there (oops, guess i just did)…
it’s the skirt, first of all. the nicotine-stained colour. i forgive it, i endorse it and i praise it because i have seen it on actual living insects. the somewhat hairy wings of Junebugs comes to mind but there are others, i know. and then there’s the intrathoracic [sp.?] shrine thingy and the distal-laquered glove thingy (reminds me of a horrific article about butterfly wing patterns from Scientific American back in the Seventease) and all that papiermached text that i can’t read because i’m too old and my eyes are too small.
no matter.
I LOVE THIS!!!"

and Men!
Her inner compass Was Always Steering her in the wrong direction when it came to Men!

These are papier mache and mixed media, about 12 inches tall. I wanted to visually incorporate the inherent qualities of the newspaper in to these pieces, deliberately allowing for unfinished edges and obvious layering, deliberately allowing for the printed words to stay revealed, no secrets in its construction. The arranging of mixed media for an assemblage type effect is very time consuming because objects that aren’t purely decorative carry meaning and so the question becomes do I want to allow for that meaning or like a formalist shall I just use the thing as an element for its design principles. There is much deliberating and I worked on these two off and on for about a week.

Atcs and lost keys

Thursday, December 6th, 2007

I woke up happy in spite of the restless night and I work at the gallery today. I made up a box of glass ornaments and greeting cards, tags and atcs.

 

The annual Holiday party is tomorrow night five to ten.  I’m also trying to finish up three bottle dolls for someone who purchases one every year, last year it was slim pickings as I think I only put one out 🙁  I seem to operate this way, obsess about a particular medium  until I burn out on it then move on to the next, although I never seem to tire of painting probably because there really is no limit to imagery.  I wanted to make some figures like the ones to the right of the screen but time is eaten up in so many ways lately.  Like yesterdays wasted day:

I arrived at the store about 9:00 a.m. hopeing to get all errands and chores done early so I could work on art stuffs, when as I got ready to leave and paid for my purchases I realized that I did not have the car key I came in with.The lone car key that is so puffy I can’t put it onto a key ring and have to carry it loose. I retraced my steps ten times over, meticulously, and determinedly trying to find it in the massive chaos that is the Dollar Tree.

Round one, no key, round two, what did I handle, what did I pick up?, round three, pulling hair, round four, shit, round five, oh god what am I gonna do?, round six, a new damn key is 250.00, round seven, it would be the second time this year, round eight, stomps foot, why is there sooooo much crap here, oh yeah its the dollar store, round nine, I don’t have my stinkin cell phone, round ten, F— BOMB!!, I have to call my husband at work!!

I explained to the store manager what had happened and asked her if I could use the phone to call for help. SHe said "oh no its a business phone" for criminey sake, would it hurt to cut me some slack, a little kindness perhaps??? its the freakin holiday spirit, grumpy, careless, mean scroogism abounds!! you ugly thing!!!

Trying  to find a public pay phone, is nearly impossible anymore. I have a blackberry but never remember to bring it with me and constantly forget to charge it, so I had to borrow someone’s phone, and hubby was not very happy about canceling the afternoon meetings. I was there for FOUR hours, what a night mare. That definately put a crimp in yesterday’s productivity, bleh.

Well, the experience serves to remind me to slow down and be mindful. 

I did finish a sweet little ornie last night, she has a vintage plastic Christmas tree on her head and I just might keep her!! I’ll try to take a pic this afternoon when I return from work.

Best wishes for a great day to all readers of this blog today