Did you read last Friday's post, wherein I said I was starting a sculpture that might end up being a mermaid? Well, she's not a mermaid. Mermaids just aren't nice, regardless of what Old Walt would have you believe. Mermaids are man-hating creatures who enjoy luring "lovesick" (now, there's a euphemism!!!)sailors to their death with their sensuous beauty and beguiling charms, and enchanting song, just for the hell of it. Hellish, indeed. No mermaids in my house.
|This is my brain. If I misplace my clipboard, I am nearly useless with panic until it is found. Just about any idea I have ever persued was hatched on a clipboard.|
Gwragedd Annwn live in Welsh lakes, or on enchanted islands in the middle of them. The stories vary a bit. They are human-sized immortals, very kind and musically gifted on fiddle and harp, fair of hair and complexion, and males are fine but rare, which is why the females sometimes take mortal husbands. However, if their human husbands hit them, they return to the water and never come back. There was at one time, passage between the mortal world and theirs, but a mortal took a flower from their gardens, even though it was forbidden, which caused him to drop dead, and the gate to be closed forever. There seems to be only these two stories, but they are spoken of as though they are examples of a whole history, so I think I'll keep tracking it down.
|Well, it's a start, anyway. Air dry clay over a styro armature.|
As for her limbs, I spotted foam fun noodles at the grocery store tonight. Oh, no, not pasta! These are in the summer merchandise section, about five feet long and three inches in diameter, and are meant to be swimming pool toys. I think they may slip over aluminum tubing to fill out some of the arms, beneath the clay, though I'm not sure, as they are squishy. Other options will be wadded newspaper, though that takes a lot of clay over the top to smooth, or sculpted styro, which involves a trip to Minneapolis and some rather terrifying mergings and intersections, in order to obtain at a decent size and price. Wonder if one can do spray foam into pantyhose or something...that sounds potentially disastrous, and probably hilarious, so probably it merits a try...
Tune in again for "Adventures in Odd Fae", though I may have to put this aside and do some paying work, to keep the mortgage company content. Ah, the challenge of straddling the two worlds...amphibious creatures do intrigue me!
In case you would like to lure me out into the world to earn my keep, you can see my portfolio at theartofthehome.com.
If you really think I might be qualified to give you advice, you can email me your questions at firstname.lastname@example.org, and I'll answer to the best of my abilities.
*It's from my personal credo, derived from the words of Rbt. Frost: "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I, I went hiking off through the brambles." I whine, but I seem to love brambles...the berries are always worth the thorns. It's an artist thing.