“The King must hear about this,” thought Meen excitedly. “If Atian didn’t have the best jumping mushrooms around his cottage to jump over, I would have never heard him and Granny.”
As Meen rushed back to the Shadow Realm, jumping over mushrooms, logs, and frogs in her hurry to report to the King, she could still hear Granny telling Atian not to yell at her. “Of course Dragons could talk – doesn’t everything talk?” Meen asked herself. “If frogs and fish can talk, why not a Dragon?”
Shortly Meen was through the edges of the forest and starting into the deeper, darker, parts of the woods. This is where the sun could only come through the tree tops as small beams of light and wisps. The Shadows lived here and the bright strain of sunlight was never very strong. “Ah, home!” smiled Meen. It was nice to play tag with the sun beams as they poked out, but she preferred to stay hidden in the shadows.
“Okay, slow down, catch your breath… breathe…” she told herself before entering the Shadow King's Receiving Hall. “Oh how I can't wait to tell him everything,” she mumbled to herself.
“Tell me what Meen?” asked Hunter, the Shadow King of the Shadow Realm. Startled, Meen prostrated herself before her liege. “Arise Meen. You know I do not like that! Get up!”
“My Liege, I have wondrous news. Granny Flare and Atian have a baby!”
Hunter looked at Meen, raised one eyebrow and tipped his head down to look at her, and waited for Meen to say more. When Meen just stood there smiling, Hunter asked again “Let me get this right, you are telling me that Atian and Granny Flare have a baby?”
Meen jumped up and down, clapping her hands together and smiling while nodding her head in the affirmative. “They were talking really loud about it to each other outside of his cottage. I was hopping mushrooms when I came up on Snoop who was there listening too. They were yelling about the baby and who on the council would they tell first.”
“I will have to see this! They must be very excited. Thank you Meen. As he turns to leave he thinks to himself..." I did not even know they were seeing each other, or is the correct term dating each other, let alone now having a baby!"
"You are right about not letting the Village know, Granny, but you should have told the Council," Atian replies with a small shake of his head. "The Council should be a part of this process of helping the baby Dragon."
"What 'we' are going to do , Granny, is tell the Council now. But how and who should be first to know... I don't know?"
Off in the bushes, trying not to be seen, Snoop was doing what he is best known for - Snooping. "I wish I could get closer to hear more of what they are saying," he thought. He could only hear parts of their conversation, but enough to know they were talking about Dragons.
Let's play again with a new product that "clearly" looks like it is just right to be used for Fairy Wings.
First, I tried a couple of different types of paints on the Clearly for Art modeling film to see how they would react with it. The cool thing with this product is that with hot air, the modeling film becomes flexible and can be molded and bent. As it cools, it will stay in the shape it was formed. Since the clear film can bend, I also needed a paint that bent as well without chipping or peeling.
I then painted the lines of my wings on the film with the pattern underneath. Now here is the "Secret"... after all, fairies do love sharing secrets.
The modeling film is going to be a product that has a lot of potential down the road *smiling*.
Here are my wings with some metallic gold and some green glitter added. After all, no descent fairy wings can lack "fairy dust"... or in other words, glitter. A final application of clear fingernail polish is applied to seal the paint from minor scratches over the dried paint. I now can't rub off the paint, but it can be scratched off. The nail polish reduces this possibility.
When I started this year's resolution I also started reading (or working through) this book called "Your Fairy Magic" by Halo Quin.
My first reaction to the first four chapters (or more like letters of introduction) was that the author was taking the defensive stand of trying to prove that fairies existed by trying to show that they did through the method of science. The first area of conflict is that science wants to prove that magic doesn't exist and we (or I mean me) want to believe magic does exist. For wouldn't the world seems a little bleaker without the possibility of magic?
Now I didn't used to see them. Once I did, I had to give them life by bringing them through the Portal of Mist (Or in other words making them porcelain character figures or dolls).
So, my resolution over this coming year, will be to reveal how I see the Fae folk by revealing my sculpting approach and other brambles I come across. I invite you to come along with me on my adventure as I introduce you to my world of Wysmy and magic in the coming weeks of 2018.
“What did you say?” asked Atian, “And what did you mean by ‘outdated information’”?
“Your books were not much help Atian,” replied Granny.
Looking slightly puzzled, Atian put down the book he was reading and shot Granny a glare. “What do you mean Granny? These books are about Dragon history. How could they be outdated? It is not like Dragons have been seen here for hundreds of years.” Atian walked over to the wheel barrow and picked up the top book in the pile and opened it to the middle.
Blushing, Granny realized that she had just made a mistake. “I…I…”
“So Granny, I think you need to tell me more about what you know regarding baby Dragons.”
As Snoop starts his walk to Atian's hut, Atian already has a visitor, Granny Flare. She yells out the front door as he is sitting in his favorite reading spot, the oversize mushroom in his yard.
"What else do you have on dragon's?" Granny asks. "Since you are the Historian, you might as well be the Librarian. You are the only one in the whole village with a decent collection of books." Not waiting for Atian to respond, she continues, "Do you have anything on the care and maintenance of a baby dragon?"
"Try the second stack behind the door. Towards the bottom," replies Atian. Granny soon finds them at the very bottom of the indicated pile. "If Atian was a Brownie he certainly would be much more organized than this, that's for sure," Granny thinks to herself.
Granny sees Snoop coming up the walkway through a small window of the hut and decides she had better get out of there. "All I need now is Snoop snooping around and asking questions I don't want to answer," Granny decides.
"Atian, I am going to borrow a few of these books and will return them to you later in the week. Is that is okay with you?" Again, not waiting for Atian to answer, Granny sneaks out the backdoor of the hut with the books in tow.
"Good morning Atian, my old friend," greets Snoop.
Before looking up from his book, Atian mumbles to himself, "My day started so much quieter before all my friends started dropping in".
As Atian peers over the top of his book he replies, "Hello, Augustus (aka Snoop). I predicted from the way Granny Flare was just here that you would also be showing up soon."
"How would you know that?" responds a startled Snoop.
"It is all in seeing the patterns of history. That is my specialty after all. Now, how can I help you? You usually have some bee in your bonnet (or top hat) when you come to see me."
"Snoop, Granny Flare was just here and she did mentioned that the Baroness had received a letter today from her grandfather, the Baron. This might be part of the mystery of why she was so twitchy and anxious as she told Granny that she had to leave town suddenly because of it."
"Did she say anything more?" asked Snoop.
"Granny did say she was being left in charge, but as to what, she wasn't sharing those details. Could this have something to do with the books she was asking about regarding baby Dragons? We all know about the Dragons leaving the Village and how that brought down the decline of the Village, but you are wanting to know more... Am I correct? There is a pattern here that the two of you are weaving regarding the need to know about Dragons."
Oh, what interesting paths I walk with my dolls. This newest character, Atia (who was going to be female), is now going to be Atian (a male). This doll has taken me down a path I had yet to explore.
Tattooing then came to mind since it has a power all of it's own. Now, I don't own a tattoo nor does a tattoo own me. I needed the advice of an expert, so I called my son, Greg. He is a tattoo artist in the Portland, Oregon area.
In talking with Greg, he explained that in the beginning tattoo ink wasn't the traditional black and colors that we have now, but a bluish-black indigo ink. As the tattoo faded with time it could change to a different shade of blue. That is what made me decide that Atian needed his magical tattoo.
Atian is part of the Fae that are tribal. Part of the whole, but yet, on his own. As I was exploring what type of tattoo to use on him I realized that also the Winter Solstice is just around the corner. A time of coming out of the dark and into the light. Keep that in mind as Atian's tattooing develops... and so the process begins.
I finally did it... I cut up my mother's wedding dress. Now one might ask why I did this... why to preserve it of course.
Somewhere through the course of my life I have become the holder or caretaker of several generations of wedding dresses in my family. I am a little confused as to what to do with them. It isn't like in ages past where the up-coming generation of females in a family will look to them to wear for their own weddings. And having only boys in my immediate family kind of nulls that option too.
This year has been a year of examining our history and looking to the future as what to do with them. I finally decided that even though I wasn't close to my great grandmother (that simply being by default of age), I had to preserve her dress. Which is kind of neat because I also have my great grandfather's shirt that he wore for the wedding. That is now one shadow box that my kids will just have to deal with later.
Well I am glad to say my mother had a sense of humor like myself. Ask my brother who lost a set of his favorite "holely" jeans to later receive a really cool beret hippy style hat for Christmas made from those same jeans.
With this kinda of inspiration, I had to ask, then why am I still hanging on to a wedding dress that no one will ever wear or see? Again, dolls to the rescue. It is amazing how they are such a great vehicle for preserving and showcasing our history. In this age of digital information and everything being stored on a computer it is still nice to have the opportunity to "actually touch" history. This only occurs when we preserve some of those artifacts that we received throughout our history.
I don't have room nor desire to create several shadow boxes of history, but I am willing to create outfits for my dolls using some of these same pieces of history. Knowing my granddaughter's little fae doll that I have sculpted will have a dress made out of my mother's wedding dress will pass on a piece of my mother. My granddaughters will never have the opportunity to meet my mother, but they will be able to "touch" her and discover her story.
Welcome to my blog. This is where I will reveal the magic of my Faes and share with you some of the success and pitfalls through the journey of doll making, sculpting, and other crafts that all come back to my dolls in many ways.