A lovely little chap of a cervine build and concentric face whom I have named "Ringley." He is sleepless, relentless, and a wonderful listener. My only real qualms with him are his tendencies to set my papers alight with his smiting (laser) vision and to attract predatory yarn-eating moths.
"From glittering sand I sculpt his flanks,
From patinaed copper I forge his hooves.
The Eye All-Seeing I set in his face,
An angel most holy I set in his flesh."
Free-handed crochet figurine/house guardian I made! His name is Ringley. 🥰
"From glittering sand I sculpt his flanks,
From patinaed copper I forge his hooves.
The Eye All-Seeing I set in his face,
An angel most holy I set in his flesh."
This is a free-handed crochet figurine depicting a deer-bodied/ring-headed fantastical creature (named "Ringley", lol). For this project, I was largely inspired by the angel artwork of Peter Mohrbacher and the "biblically accurate" aesthetic that has become prevalent in art in recent years. I constructed the supporting underbody (see gallery) from a hardwood turning blank, plywood/MDP rings, corner brackets, a long threaded rod, and assorted fasteners.
Finished him this week! His name's Ringley. c:
His name is Ringley and his favorite hobby is people-watching!
Freehanded little sculpture/critter I finished this week! His name's Ringley. c:
Her name is Vaelith and she's always available for a heart-to-heart chat and some warm cocoa if you need it.
Little freehanded doll I finished a few weeks ago!
Vaelith the Grief-Bearer
At the edge of the town, where the hedges fade into the wild heather, stands the House of Azul. Its guardian stands there at the altar, sifting through the pile of odds-and-ends, the offerings of her supplicants. Here a little button from a child's coat from a mother, there a cracked bell patinaed with age from a child, a tarnished wedding band from a widow, a lockpick from a thief, an old belt buckle from a soldier.
Her robes are dyed the blue of deepest night, silver rippling at the hems. Little gem are studded across her keen ears, and more still flash at her throat and her belly. Her clawed hands seem large enough to reach up and pluck the moon itself. The pale horns of her mask arch against the night sky, her shining spider Aster weaving a dew-strewn web between them.
"Speak," those nacreous, enigmatic eyes seem to say, "and unburden your heart to me. Whatever it is that you can no longer carry, I shall now bear it for you."
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Free-handed art doll I finished this week! I'm.really happy with how she turned out. 🥰
My little grief-bearer, Vaelith! I was going for a monster lady with an enigmatic mask face, and I think she turned out nicely. 😁
Vaelith the Grief-Bearer! Art doll I spent the past two months working on. I'm really pleased with how she turned out!
My free-handed art doll, Vaelith the Grief-Bearer! Took two months on-and-off to make her, haha
Named her Becky, and now she is my personal angry potato bug.
Her name is Becky and she is my angry potato bug baby!