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New Figures on a Friday the 13th

on April 13, 2012 - 10:27am

Happy Friday the 13th, my fellow ghoulies. And what better day to introduce to you a new line of sculpted figures I'll be exploring this year.

It isn't official, but I think I will be calling them the Dwellers of the Dark. Or Dark Dwellers. Which one do you like better? Let me know.

They are a bit more...monsterish...than my usual cute creepers. Totally out of my element, and oh what fun that is!

No teeth or premade eyes. All sculpt. And more...sinister undertones. 

They won't all look like these, but my intention is to give them a haunting or animalistic look. 

It's a style I've always wanted to explore. I hope you like them. 

With time, I should get a bit more skilled at the drawing out of the jaws and muscles. Practice, practice, practice. 

For now, the first three are completed. They are similar though one of them is 14 1/2 inches high (as you can see in the photo below, he towers over the other two). He was the first, and as is the tradition, that means he stays with me. 

Too Early For Trick or Treat?

on March 27, 2012 - 12:18pm

The first completed sculpture of 2012 helps to set the mood for that far away holiday we wait for all year.

He stands at 11 inches. This year I'm going to make some of my Little Minions not so little. There will still be smaller figures but I thought it was time the Plague Doctors had some competition when it came to size.

It's been a lot of fun making various creatures in a larger scale, and I'm excited to experiment more.

I do wish I was a better seamstress. While I did sew his trick or treat bag, I'd like to get more inventive with their outfits. Sewing skill would help a lot, though I know I can find ways around my lack of talent with a thread and needle. I just need to be more creative. 

Hopefully you folks are finding some time this spring to bring a little Halloween into your hearts.




Happy Booday to Me

on March 25, 2012 - 11:28am

Spring has sprung, but instead of flowers, it brings with it some monsters in the making.

In between puppy chaos, I've managed to experiment with some new figures, changing up my style a bit which has been fun. I'm excited to see how they come together, and trying to think outside the bit when it comes to my designs. Now, none of these are revolutionary, but I think taking a step to the right of my usual style is a good thing. 

And it's about time I was hit with inspiration. Show season is sneaking up quickly and like old Mother Hubbard, my cupboards are bare. 

It's my birthday today. I almost forgot about that too. When you're spinning wildly, time has a way of being elusive. 

Today I am off to lunch with a friend (and perhaps a stop for a pint or two) while Yetch babysits Monkey Boo. He's been away to Denver all week, leaving the pup and I on our own. I took the opportunity to do some crash course puppy self-control lessons by staying with my mom and her pack of dogs. Monkey is pretty good around the older dog but wants to wrestle full throttle with Padfoot the Irish Wolfhound. Paddy can fit her whole head in his mouth (even though they are the same age). She doesn't even blink at his size. Even Paddy recognizes she's a wild pup (as you can see from the picture below).

Headless Figures & Monkey Pictures

on March 12, 2012 - 11:42am

Having a puppy with the giardia parasite has convinced me that man will be wiped out by parasites, who are secretly the ultimate evil. The last week has been like zombie outbreak training. Everything must be sanitized in order to prevent spread of infection. Even if the antibiotics kill off the parasite in her system, she is at risk for reinfection (and infecting us) each time she goes outside in the backyard where she's gone to the bathroom. The only thing that kills these buggers is bleach. The protocol is a protective sheet at the back door. Shoes stay here. She's picked up off the ground and we clean her paws with baby wipes before being allowed back into the kitchen. Bedding is covered in towels which are washed daily (along with toys, bowls, and anything else she comes into contact with). Hands are washed so often, both Yetch and I have scaly hands (I had a rash for a while). When she goes to the bathroom, we pick it up immediately and pour a bleach mixture on the spot. 

Needless to say, it's exhausting and time-consuming. 

I've been able to find time to start some bodies for new creations and hope to get at more creating now that I have a system down. I'm hoping to make some more today.

I'm also waiting to hear from the vet regarding Monkey Boo's latest stool test. We're hoping for good news of no traces of the parasite. Of course, it doesn't guarantee she's clear...and I need to treat parts of the backyard with lime sulphur (which apparently changes the pH levels of the ground enough to become an inhospitable place for any parasite cysts in the soil). But that's tomorrow's plan.

Bartley Barnacle by King Unicorn

on December 16, 2011 - 9:34am

No sudden movements.

There's a fairly frightening creature near my desk.

His golden Dagon adornments confirm my suspicion he's connected to Innsmouth and make me ill at ease, as do his claws and teeth.

And that stare. 

He got here by way of Georgia. I don't know yet what he wants. Or if I can use his arrival to my advantage.

For now, we both wait. And watch.

Minions for The Bazaar of the Bizarre

on October 20, 2011 - 10:39am

No time for proper introductions, but here's the minion brood ready for Sunday's show in Toronto.

Little Minions: Neville

on August 19, 2011 - 11:43am

Here I am, rushing around, trying to get ready for next week's convention, and I realize I haven't introduced you to a couple of minions that will grace my table. I've taken a moment out of the madness to post one of them.

Neville loves the smell of burning jack o'lanterns, and the sound of rattling candy in pillowcases.

"Trick or Treat", he grunts as he walks along the sidewalk on Halloween night.

Passing children laugh and point to him, exclaiming "Look at HIS costume, Mommy!".

Neville smiles, careful not to show his teeth, and continues on with his pumpkin lantern lighting the way.

Look Who's Back

on July 8, 2011 - 9:48am

It's been a while since I've seen these figures grace my worktable. Perhaps that's why Series 7 of my Plague Doctor collection has 9 figures in total instead of 4 or 5.

They still need touch ups, and when that's done, I'll add them to the Art Ghoullery so those who'd like a closer look can take a peek.

Little Minions: Brimston

on July 4, 2011 - 1:11pm

Brimston straddles the line between bat and demon. While he was not born of the deepest fiery depths (else he may have been named Brimstone with an e), he still has some nasty personality traits.

He constantly produces a slime - from his nose, eyes, and mouth - that inevitably coats everything he comes in contact with. This includes his trusty staff from which he displays the day's trophies. The slime is like a pheromone-signature: one sniff and other creatures know he owns a particular item (or has at least made a claim on something).

Brimston spends his day collecting: shiny objects; squishy objects; smelly objects; foul objects. Generally speaking, if it's shiny or gross, Brimston must have it. And if it's both? Even better.

He prefers to travel at night, but has been known to venture out in the daylight when he's on the trail of a particularly coveted target.

Little Minions: Mad Melvin

on June 23, 2011 - 2:19pm

Mad Melvin is a trapper. He tracks, catches and skins smaller animals - possum, chickens, rats, that sort of thing - and barters for goods with their pelts.

Fur is fur, and meat is meat. He does not have discerning tastes or preferences. Anything smaller than him and furry is fair game (except guinea pigs. Mad Melvin loves guinea pigs. If you were ever to visit his shot gun shack by the river, you may be shocked to find dozens of the little critters sitting on arm rests and on top of the radio and under the table, munching happily on browned lettuce).

Melvin's spent most of his life scurrying around in the brush or down city alleyways, moving very much like the vermin he tracks.

He's constantly talking to himself and snickering. With the exception of the guinea pigs, Melvin lives alone - no friends, no family - and that's how he likes it.

At the end of a long day, if you stand outside the shack, you can hear scratchy records playing and Marvin's boot-heels clacking on the floorboards. You might even catch his silhouette - a shadow against the firelight - twirling past the window as he whoops it up.