I've Actually Been Productive

This first one has since been repaired and attached to a little platform. If you look closely, the left foot is broken from taking a nasty spill on photoshoot day. It now also has some fluffy black hair and a spruced up makeup job. I can't rotate the image because I am too lazy. Yes, that makes "can't" appropriate.

These one-of-a-kind originals will all be available for purchase in the future, after I take some decent photos and detach from them emotionally.

I love to mix my media.


My mother thought this one was hilarious... it's the only one I showed her with a serious undertone. Based on the idea of not knowing why the caged bird sings, the body is a little sterling silver birdcage with a tiny bird inside. I realize it looks like a racist image, but bear in mind these are all the same color when in process, and I let them form organically. In other words, I wasn't aiming for race of any sort (yes I know Maya Angelou is a black woman and she wrote I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings) let alone the derogatory "sambo" image. I leave that to Michael Ray Charles.

The cellphone camera didn't want to capture this one without washing out the facial details.

My friend named this one Boris. I don't see any reason to call it anything else... except the dress.
Due for a paint touch-up.
Pants are never necessary.

Nina Lately

I haven't updated in months and months. Here are some of the pieces I've created since then, and a doodle. This first little creature isn't very photogenic, the light washed out the green and pink pattern in its skin, and the gloss on the eyes and mouth. Considering the fact that it's wearing a little flapper dress I suppose I'll add some hair and call her a female... 

My version of mass production. I like to keep each piece one-of-a-kind at all costs.
This lil' guy has a hand puppet that torments him. This one is probably the most autobiographical piece I've made yet. Like all of my creatures it just formed organically, with no planning. The hand puppet was the result of my trying to counterbalance his big head. IN the end, I consider it a little analogy for me causing my own problems as well as giving them more consideration than they deserve. I can't make this text non- linky. 

Senorita
Ferrari in bed, on the computer