I am so excited to have my Vasilisa piece in the DOLLMAKERS VII : Folktales exhibition @cactusgallery. Thank you so much to the wonderful collector who adopted her, to the fabulous gallery for having her and lovely @animaexmanus for inviting me to exhibit alongside her beautiful dolls with my fellow art doll maker friends!
My two latest Children of the Piper dolls are now finished = the vampire siblings Vincent and Vanessa.
”Time really begins to drag when you’re undead; especially if you’re a child.
And making new friends is practically impossible.
Any potential candidates are usually getting tucked up into bed when you’re being dragged out of yours. Sleepovers could be a solution, but apparently no one wants to risk a sleepover at a vampire’s house. No matter how friendly Vanessa tried to make her face, or how many invitations she sent out with little hand drawn promises not to bite guests, no one ever seemed willing to accept. She’d long since given up trying. Who needed friends anyway, they just turned into adults.”
Daughters of a forest warden on a grand estate, the big-hearted sisters, Freya and Faye, grew up exploring the vast woodland and knew every tree, plant, beast and bird that dwelt there. They were all family. So when members of the family begin to go missing or are found injured, they realise the poachers have moved in, and the girls are filled with a fury they’ve never known before. It was time to fight back and that meant taking that fight into the night-time, where the poachers stalk.
They secretly set to work to save their friends…armed with their anti-poacher secret aprons, filled with anti-poacher tools, a little red first aid bag with ointments and bandages, – and a little bottle of skull capped poison (just in case the poachers don’t heed their warnings) and placing on their heads a garland of funeral pyre flowers wrapped around the skulls of forever treasured bird friends – to remind them of who they are making a stand for, and lighting their way with a candle in a jar, (covered with a muslin cloth to prevent the moths drawn to the flame from suffering scorched wings) – they pull up the hoods of their black capes and step out into the night…