I have completed Hoff's robot doll harmonica case. What a terrible tease that I do not have a photo of it ready for you yet. It is too dark in the evenings for photography. It's my first bi-color 'bot. She is silver and black and has blue eyes and mostly blue glittery bits.
The oak trees are starting to turn color outside the windows of ye olde day jobbe. It is spectacular to live in a place where the color is still revving up. It never reaches the velocity of Vermont, but then again, we cannot compete on the frozen air particle front, either. We kick arse in clouds, though, but not this week.
It has been a challenging week, trying to juggle all of life's demands. Was there ever a time when life was simple, or do we like to just pretend people in rosy olden days had things better? People are so complex, I'm sure we can manage to take any situation and make it as complicated as possible.
I started work on the new batch of finishes for Death's Daughter and the Basket of Kittens. I am giving Belladonna a nose, once she reaches child age. I had gone through a no-nose phase back in the day, but then realized that noses represent worldiness. A face with only eyes is a watcher. A face with large eyes and a mouth is an innocent doer. A face with eyes and a mouth and a nose knows something about the world. It's unspoken visual language, but I think it crosses beyond my imagery and into something more psychology-y. Or maybe I made it up.
Either way, Belladonna is getting a nose. She embarks on too great a journey to be noseless. Some days, it would be nice to be noseless in this context, but actually it does not mean you are any less in danger. So that is an insight into how my fictional (?) worlds are created. Can I make it more complicated? Allright, let's go!
Although sometimes, Mr. Freud, a cigar is really just a cigar.
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