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Little Minions: Dirth

on June 19, 2011 - 11:38pm


Dirth digs a bad mood. He thrives off them. He breathes them in.

He spends the majority of his time visiting places where he's most likely to find them. Places like the parking authority office, music venues with cancelled headliners, courtrooms, and traffic jams.

The more irritated people get, the more energetic Dirth feels.

He never directly contributes to the storm clouds over the heads of those he watches. It's more satisfying to stumble upon the brooding beings and lap up their negative energy without expending effort.

Lucky for him, there's an endless supply of grumpiness in this world. He'll never go hungry.

Little Minions: Jerome

on June 17, 2011 - 12:59pm


Ever since I started to make the Plague Doctors, I've wanted to incorporate hats into my minion creations. In fact, I didn't know why I hadn't before now. And with encouragement from a fellow artist a while back, I decided to have at it. So here's Jerome, the first of the bunch to be finished donning a chapeau (hat-tip to Dave the Dead).

Jerome isn't very bright. His conversation skills are limited to inappropriate jokes that are made worse by his lack of comedic timing.

He interrupts people. Belches. Talks too loud. Has offensive body odour and his breath is heavy with the smell of rotting gums.

But even social pariahs crave companionship, and one day Jerome realized the best way to make friends is to join groups. He believed he would have a captive audience, and if he simply paid his dues, people would have to tolerate him.

It never occurred to him he could be kicked out of groups. Sure, they didn't all kick him out. Some of them just started changing the location of the next meeting and conveniently forgot to tell him, leaving poor, clueless Jerome waiting all night in burger joints, bowling alleys and even empty parking lots. Perhaps it was a blessing he never pieced it all together, standing alone under streetlamps or at a table littered with fast food wrappers and empty ketchup packets.

Must be the flu, he'd think to himself as he finished off his third helping of fries.

So Jerome just makes it a point to join as many groups as he can, from knitting circles to the local association of bonsai pruners. It's a small town, and with the odds stacked in his favour, he eventually stumbles upon one of the gatherings before the week is through, happy as a clam and without a dark thought in his heart.

Little Minions: Fernicus

on June 16, 2011 - 8:25am


In case you missed it (and why would you, since I know most of you, like me, have been known to worship at the house of Davis), Frog Queen recently posted an interview (read: ramblings) of yours truly on her blog. Much thanks to her for taking the time to do so, and to everyone who left such heartwarming comments.

In other news, it's time to unveil Fernicus who stands out among his minion brethren both in colour and behaviour. Tall and stately, he moves slowly and with grace, never in a rush, never a glimpse of anxiety beneath the calm exterior.

Fernicus is often heard chanting quietly in a soothing, melodic, deep voice. When the spirit takes him, he will pause, raise his head, and amplify the sound. His voice resonates, his word-song similar to that of a Gregorian chant. And in the distance an identical sound answers: is it a second voice or simply an echo?

Preview: A Few More Minions

on June 14, 2011 - 1:25pm

No time to type up stories, but I thought I'd post a sneak peek of 3 more completed figures.

Little Minions: Imperious Slitch

on June 14, 2011 - 9:27am


Imperious Slitch came to be a couple weeks ago. Born from ash and brimstone, his fiery personality is one of dominance and ego.

In conversation, he is quick to point out his many abilities. Mention that you have a knack for carpentry: "I can do that!". Suggest you have a talent for smelting: "Oh HO, what I've smelted in my day!". Comment on your degree in architecture: "You've built bridges, while I've built kingdoms! And then destroyed them simply because I was in a foul mood *evil laughter*".

Needless to say he isn't a favourite around these parts. I've heard the other minions plotting his demise. And so has Imperious Slitch. His reaction?

"If you're going to plot to disembowel someone, only a fool would use a dagger. It's an obvious tool! Instead, I would use a crochet hook. Or a mouldy toothbrush. Or a spoon! *evil laughter*"

Little Minions: Maurice

on June 2, 2011 - 12:35pm

Maurice
Maurice is the newest member of my little minions. He hasn't been able to tell me his story yet, but I wanted to post him on the site before I took off to go camping this weekend.

I tried to coerce him into sharing his personal tale, but he found it offensive I'd keep packing and vacuuming while he was talking.

All I've been able to glean from him is that he's an associate of Mr. Phibious T. Toadlington (though the idea of referring to the two of them as friends brings pretentious laughter from Maurice and a quick "Certainly not").

But I wonder.

He walks in quick short steps, never revealing his many legs beneath the robe. The confined cadence makes him look as though he's rising up and down on waves billowing below the cloth, bobbing stiffly like a pop bottle on the ocean.

And he has a taste for port.

A Tale of Two Kitties

on May 24, 2011 - 12:39pm


You may remember a few months ago I made The Feline Oracles for someone. Well, after a mistake on my part and then some weird Bermuda Triangle voodoo done by the postal system, those little cats went on a crazy extended trip across North America. They finally made their way back home (thank goodness), but it was decided they needed two guardians to keep them safe and make sure they never are lost again.

And here are their rougher-looking kitty counterparts, paws clasped in meditation, ready to do their part.

The Feline Oracles

on January 27, 2011 - 8:58am


I was recently presented with the photograph of one of the most regal looking cats I've ever seen from someone hoping I could make two figures in honour of her beloved furry creatures.

I've said it before: nature trumps art every time. This cat was beautiful. And I'm not a cat person, so for me to be going on about a kitty says a lot. Something in the eyes. Wise. Confident. So much so, I could imagine telling this cat my problems.

Quickly, I knew I couldn't do the animal justice if I attempted to do a reproduction. So instead, I went with inspiration.

Thus, the Feline Oracles were born. Heads a little larger than normal, with features exaggerated slightly, I wanted them to clearly resemble cats but have a subtle variation that set them apart.

Their white prayer scarves are a nod to the beautiful tuft of white fur on their chests.

I hope she likes them, and that I've done justice to the two cats - Star and Angel - to whom these figures are dedicated.

Christmas Custom: Salome

on January 18, 2011 - 7:42am


A fellow haunter and friend asked me to do a custom for her husband as a Christmas gift. She wanted me to make a minion with a pin-up girl flair (while staying true to the minion style).

I struggled, trying to find a balance, but in the end I was very pleased with what came out.

I named the minion Salome after the biblical temptress who, in my opinion, got a bad rap.

I've since gotten word that her hubby was most surprised and happy when he opened it up on Christmas.

Kinda neat knowing I was part of making someone's Christmas special. I know somewhere in North America someone else opened up a Plague Doctor that was bought for them back in August at Festival of Fear. And there's at least one more Ghoul Friday Christmas present story left to tell. One that I was bursting to share in August. I'll write out the whole long tale in the next post.

Plague Doctors: Golden Gaze

on January 12, 2011 - 10:23am


Trying to stay away from making him sound too much like a Bond villain, I still want to call this figure Golden Gaze. For some reason I imagine he clinks and clanks as he walks slowly through the streets.

Two PD's left for me to paint and post, and then a break.

I've popped a couple of Peek-A-Boo eyeball plants into my Etsy shop along with this fella. (UPDATE: The Plague Doctor has been snatched up. Yup. In less than 2 hrs from the time I posted it. Thanks!)

Snow is covering most of the continent, and Toronto is no exception. Spending my mornings shovelling is not my most favourite way to wake up, but it's not so bad when people passing by smile, say good morning, and thanks for clearing the sidewalk. Even had one person call me a good Samaritan.

Off to the post office today among other errands and work (despite the snowy weather), so I'm not sure when I'll get to completing the next figure. If only the rest of the world would leave us to our art and deal with the mundane of the everyday without us.

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