Why I went with him was because for some reason I liked his domed head, silly looking that it was. But it also still was a challenge to me for perspective reasons. He was to be the inspiration; the point of reference. This meant as my newly sculpted head took on its own personality the inspiration piece was to be my support. If I have a question or a muscle I couldn’t seem to find, he would answer it. Another challenge from my inspiration was that it started as a two dimensional cartoon rendering that I had to try to bring to life in a three dimensional form.
I work in a porcelain based wet clay which, as a medium, has its own challenges to overcome. The head was coming along though it offered its own battles of not getting the cheeks right nor getting the eyes to bulge as largely as I thought they should. Trying to capture that “spark” which inspired me in the first place is how the piece takes on its own personality. For when that one placement of clay looks “right” then a new perspective for me has been revealed.
I also didn’t want to do an angry doll for ‘Art from the Soul’ because for me art isn’t about anger but discovery. My dolls have taught me how to sculpt with the many spiritual lessons that I have explored. When a piece is almost completed and I can see the personality developing, this is the time it starts talking. I don’t mean we sit together and have deep conversations but they do still reveal themselves to me.
Early that morning I had gotten up and put on my favorite purple shirt to sculpt in. Our environment and what we choose to pull around us also affects our art and soul. As such, I like to work in purple. As I was working on sculpting the head that morning, I was not sure where it was going to take me. Visualizing what he would look like as a finished doll is another hard challenge for me. I don’t have previsualization of any of my dolls. Just an expectation they will be what they need to be when we have finished our time together. As I took a break from my sculpted head, I realized that instead of putting on MY favorite purple shirt, I had somehow put on my husband’s version which had gotten into my dresser drawer. His purple shirt had an embroidered saying with a picture that he liked. The shirt has a green, sickly looking creature that is in no way happy, telling you to be happy. This is when I realized that my guy’s head I was sculpting was telling me this is who he is. He is the Friggin’ Happiness Fairy and he has just sprinkled happy dust on me. So smile damn’t , this stuff is expensive.
And that was my realization as well. As much as we fight, agonize and try to control our emotions and our life, it takes just as much energy to smile as to frown. Too often we let the art of our soul reflect the anger or pain we are experiencing, not always the beauty and happiness. For after all, we need art ...for it is what feeds our souls.
That is how my Friggin’ Happiness Fairy came to me. How it affects you..you tell me. Did it make you smile just for one brief second? Did you for one moment believe he talked to me? Do you believe that we need ART IN OUR SOULS?