laurakane

Hi all, I'm so glad to finally have the time to return to DA!! I have been really busy making and attempting to sell dolls through ebay and looking for a new job. I have been making a line of Lovecraftian style dolls and other fantasy pieces. You can see my most recent auctions at tinyurl.com/5ulo9  ;
I'll be loading a few pieces here to for you to see. I have missed you all and am glad to be back. And a special thanks to those of you who checked on me through my website.

laura

I have been so busy! But! I put this time to good use. I now have a website. I just finished it and had to let everyone know!


    

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     I was looking for some fabric in my supply closet today and came across a little box that I thought was in a trunk in the garage. Two of the items brought back fond memories of childhood and art school. When I was little I loved Disney movies, especially the anthrophormorphic animals. When I saw Cinderella, I was so enamoured of the little mice and birds in clothes I made tiny little shoes for the birds in our yard. I don't know how I thought I was going to get them to wear them, but at age 7 it made sense. It was funny to see those 12 teeny shoes.
     The other item was a  x-mas wreath for a candle. Oh my the memories. I was not the most worldly person when I went to art school so I was in for alot of surprises. In my first quarter, I had my first lifedrawing class. The nude women weren't a problem, but  one day I came to class and there was Bob. He whipped off his robe and the first naked man I ever saw had to be the skinniest, ropeiest, ugliest thing on the planet. I got up and went to the nearest can and cried my eyes out. I swore I would stay a virgin forever. Fortunately one of the older women came to get me and told me that all men didn't look like that.   To my infinite pleasure, in my sculpture 1 class I found this to be the case.  Daniel was a blue eyed doll with a wicked sense of humor. We were working on 2/3 lifesize sculpt of him . Which meant we were dragging our mobile pedastals and trashcans of clay around him . After about an hour, we all took a break. Dan came back retaking his standing pose with 1 arm bent with his hand on his hip and the other with his elbow resting on an upended drawing bench and his head resting on his hand. On his face was a big smile and he was sporting a xmas wreath around his penis. We all laughed,but the prof didn't care for his explaination  of "I was feeling Christmassy." and made him remove it. At the end of class, Dan (still naked) gave me the wreath as a x-mas present because he thought it was cute that I blushed when I saw him. He said he didn't think girls did that any more. I always kinda wished I got Dan as the x-mas gift, but I wouldn't have known what to do so it was probably as well I just got the wreath and a nice memory.

Ok , I'm not usually one for journalling. I like to keep everything hidden. If it's not written down I don't have to admit to it, whatever it might be. You think by my age I would be used to my bi-polar psycho mom, but no, here I am wound up at 2:23 am writing in a journal. On Saturday, psycho and I had a lovely chat. As a result I'm sending her one of my dolls. In one of the groups I'm in we were talking about dolls that have been done to death and my pet hate is the  goddess doll . You know the blobby fatassed ones mimicking the Willendorf goddess. I'm pagan and I think the goddess could be shown in so many different ways. By picking up 1 crappy art history book the whole doll world would change overnight. Anyway, as a joke a couple of us made some goddess dolls, but tried to make them different from the usual thing. Mine was kind of a goddess/ dammit doll (dammit dolls are little cookie cutter dolls that come with a poem about taking the doll by the legs and smacking it against something  til the stuffing comes out. And you yell dammit while doing this. ) Sort of a stress pinata.  So my goddess come with a little beaded whip and well, it's obvious isn't it?  All this is going somewhere don't worry. I got the you're a rotten un caring child lecture about how I never cared about her(Ilived at home until I was 26 taking care of her). I was a bad influence on my youngest brother and let him be gay.I love my brother  whatever he does or is end of discussion. (I was 12 when he was born and did the best I could as a surrogate mom.) With her families history of mental illness, he was lucky all he got was gay.  (My middle brother and I are adopted, we missed out on the urine filled gene  pool. )Not many people can boast of a close family relation who chose to kill herself in a mental hospital's cesspool. There are other charming stories too scary to go into.  So enough whining, one pot shot on Saturday was that I gave my brothers dolls I had made while She and my dad got a painting my husband had done. Well, Mogodore J. Bivovac is my husband and if you look at his work you'll know that that painting could not have been a shitty gift. So I'm packing up my goddess doll for it's trip to Ohio. I haven't decided if I'll send the whip, but I definitely won't be telling her what the doll really is. An Ass Goddess to placate a pain in the ass.