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.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Progress
Here's some newer pics. Her head was reworked and reattached. I like her expression. At first, she was looking like some kind of harlequin, but I wasn't really liking it. Now her hair is more of the period and she has a more youthful expression. Now for hands and finishing and baking. Then, I'll detail paint and embellish with some lacy bits and maybe a ruffle around her neck.
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