Years and years ago, I had a dream that I was in a diner in the middle of nowhere. The woman who ran the place served steaming bowls of primordial soup, which she got directly from a hole in her kitchen where the primordial soup of creation hadn't yet hardened. The soup was known for its rejuvenative qualities. This dream has stuck with me all these years. This blog is my attempt to follow the path that leads me to Flora's Pond, to find what feeds my body and soul. I hope you enjoy it.
3 comments:
I like this one better than the first. She has a lovely facial expression and looks so graceful.
It seems to me you could almost take that headless imp and make him into one of these?
I probably could. Let me see if that works. I'll have to add a hanger, but maybe it can be a piece of drape he's "caught" in.
P.S. I like this one better. I'm remembering how to sculpt! LOL!!
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