Eight years ago in university, I created a sculpture of a dragon descending to survey its territory. This became a source of pride and embarrassment, as much as it survived as a source of consternation. A lot of time was devoted to its creation, but what do you do with a two and a half foot display? Initially my mother-in-law refused to allow its destruction, but it recently lost the protected status ::laughs:: The proud dragon has gone missing since I visited it a few months ago – a terrible shame, that – but I am delighted that it… finally belongs, if that makes sense.
All these little dragons I had made in the fall to decorate my daughter’s book faire… they now had a habitat, and I, a display upon which to sell them. ::smiles::
Time was not completely kind, so it will take some clever repairs to make it good as new, but that just adds character, right?
I think the real challenge now, will be designing sturdy figures that won’t be damaged in the mail. I find small, delicate details engrossing to make, but even I have had ears and horns fall off during careful handling. I’m confident I’ll find my unique style with a bit more practice. ::smiles::
As usual, much – too much – is going on in the background. Half-written stories I’ve been pulled away from and may never tell. Family continues to heal at differing rates. My daughter recently had a tonsillectomy, only to succumb to a rather vengeful ear infection. My grandfather passed away suddenly… just a very challenging time at the moment.
It’s not all doom and gloom around here. I am so very blessed and excited that a wonderful friend and photographer has agreed to take photos of my work for me. Once I have photos to populate here/Etsy, I will see where that leads me. ::smiles::