Moving on...........

Life will be very different from now on........so many plans cut short - the things we were going to do together - travelling, growing stuff, talking about things - just the everyday companionable things are now simply gone from my life.
But I need to move on, pick up what pieces I can and carry on doing the things that I love to do. In time, I hope I can delight in them again. Let me share with you a poem by Bob's favourite poet W.B. Yeats. He first read this to me when I was a starry-eyed sixteen-year-old and smitten with this enigmatic, beautiful man, who was all of eighteen.

                                He Wishes For the Cloths Of Heaven

                                Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
                                Enwrought with golden and silver light,
                                The blue and the dim and the dark cloths 
                                Of night and light and the half-light,
                                I would spread the cloths under your feet:
                                But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
                                I have spread my dreams under your feet;
                               Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

I'm starting to spend a little time in my studio as I feel able and as dealing with the practicalities of winding up an estate allow - it is good to be able to start creating again. 

This little one is finished now and I'm working on a larger piece for an exhibition in June.....will post a wip pictures when I have something to show. It is a piece of sculpture, not a doll.

Is This My Best Work?

I have really enjoyed making this doll - I think it is one of the best pieces I have made. I started it while I was away, worked on it during the long flight over the Pacific - is still not finished, but it should be done in the next few days or so. This one is called "Silver Apples of the Moon, Golden Apples of the Sun". For those of you with a literary bent, this comes from the WB Yeats poem, Song of the Wandering Aengus.
The doll has cloth over clay head and limbs and a cloth body with joints. I am making a special chair for her to sit upon, using wire and ApoxieSculpt.