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My brain is weird
When I was 10 or 11 I was mildly obsessed with art dolls - ooak dolls of children mostly. By really very talented artists. I was also obsessed with American Girl dolls, Barbies, and My Twinn dolls. I saved my own money and bought two AG dolls eventually. My sisters and I amassed a huge collection of Barbies. But the My Twinn dolls were so incredibly expensive in 1999 that there was NO way I could afford one. It had taken me a few years of saving to buy my first AG doll, back when they cost $84. The My Twinns were around $100-$150.
Well, I stumbled into the world of art dolls again and the obsession struck again. I have been pouring over eBay listings, scouring blogs, reading articles, and doing my research.
Apparently My Twinn was resold several times before closing for good last January (now almost 2 years ago - in 2016). So there are no more dolls being made. Mint condition large dolls with specific features are selling in 2017 for $150-$300. But I frugally scoured and bid and offered my way into the ownership of 3 - ***THREE!!*** - dolls! Two were made in 1999 and one in 2007. On the dolls and shipping fees I spent about $150. One of the dolls took up about half that budget bc she has mint condition face paint with gorgeous freckles and eyebrows.
The other two need to be given makeovers. So I have been reading about ways to change the dolls’ eyes, replace their eyelashes, and remove their wigs.
The doll wigs have been challenging to find at a price I’m willing to pay. So I have found 3 wigs for appx $15/each on Amazon, and i plan to either deconstruct them to build a new wig or two - or simply tailor them to each doll’s head.
So I’ve been trapped in my racing brain, swept along with my creative energy as I am engrossed in this new project.
Along with the doll remodeling, I discovered an artist whose dolls are mind blowing. And i want to try my hand at hand sculpting and painting my own doll heads to put on posable doll bodies.
Along with these ideas I am still supposed to be designing and sewing clothes for myself, Calvin, and my Etsy store. And i have a bunch of vintage listings to put up as well.
I’m worried at myself sometimes… idk if im manic. Should I be worried? I’m having fun.
When I was in school, one of my art teachers used to say “this world needs more creators. There’s more than enough destroyers in the world today.”
Just a reminder, if you create anything–art, writing, food, machines, ideas, equations, knits, tools, gardens–the world needs you.
This makes me happy.
Happy creating, everyone
I’m happiest when I am creating something new, never stop be a creator. ☕😙💨🍃
Séléné.1880.
Oil on Canvas.
143.8 x 115.5 cm. (56.29 x 45.27 in.)
Art by Albert Aublet.(1851-1938).
Art From An Insane Asylum
Agnes Richter was a German seamstress held as a patient in an insane
asylum during the 1890s. During her time there, she densely embroidered
her straitjacket with words, undecipherable phrases and drawings which
documented her thoughts and feelings throughout her time there.
Woahhh…
she wasn’t good at being alive, or at least the practiced art of normal. there are people out there who wake up and feel rested, who never self-sabotage, who eat their three square meals and never count calories, who find purpose in small things. who are alive effortlessly.
in all of her facebook profile pictures she’s smiling so the first thing people see when they look her up is a lie. that’s kind of poetic, isn’t it, except she’s not really sure if it’s funny or sad; a bitter ironic kind of pain that leaks in through the pores of the walls she’s built.
who she is at two a.m. never shows up where others can see. she picks up after herself like lost laundry. nobody ever guesses, and if they did, she’d only feel worse for making a scene.
The thing about this is that sculptures like these in art history were for the male gaze. Photoshop a phone to it and suddenly she’s seen as vain and conceited. That’s why I’m 100% for selfie culture because apparently men can gawk at women but when we realize how beautiful we are we’re suddenly full of ourselves…
“You painted a naked woman because you enjoyed looking at her, put a mirror in her hand and you called the painting “Vanity,” thus morally condemning the woman whose nakedness you had depicted for you own pleasure.” ― John Berger, Ways of Seeing