I find this delightful landscape/dollhouse built in a birds cage full of feeling and emotion. Built by a Russian Artist its simplicity and charm touches my heart. The cage seems to speak of confinement yet there is hope within. And she has left the door open! Quite Lovely!!!
David and Paul kindly sent me these enchanting photos of a doll they created a number of years ago. They write: "This doll's name is "Snowdrift" and she is the embodiment of her namesake: Her grand dress a blending of snow and cloth. Can't you just see her gently wafting through the snow as she drifts with the wind? That was the intention. Magic!"
Magic Indeed! Her rapturous stance seems eager to catch each tiny snowflake that falls and place it in her gentle heart... A true maiden of winter. BLESSINGS TO YOU DAVID AND PAUL!!!
Imagine knocking twice on an old wooden door, and quietly it opens... Outside is grey and very very cold, but within - dreams stir and tiny lights twinkle! Step inside, into a warm embrace and your eyes dance with visions of the sweetest of treats... This is how my visit with Nicol began. (Yes! a couple of you knew right away!) Step quietly to the right and melt into wonderland...
Is your heart beating quickly? Nicol's dearest of husbands, who knows her so well, recently surprised her by setting up her daughters childhood bed ("because she loves things like this" he said) in the middle of her living room! Swathed in antique lace, with dear little dollies sitting center front, and lit with 'Christmas stars', this is truly any romantics christmas dream come true! Everywhere you look Nicol has created delightful Magical vignettes filled with treasures and special finds set 'just so'. Glass domes and boxes reveal fairytale splendors in a palette that one can only call NICOL!
Sometimes 'sugarplums' take months to prepare, and Nicol's newest dreamland has been 'cooking' for quite a while! New renovations has granted her a dearest wish - to have a studio that sparks creativity the moment you enter and makes one feel the need, urge and desire to make wonderful 'dollies' and treasures while letting time stand still...
A vintage chandelier hovers over an old oak table. The light is perfect - pale sunshine and vintage shadows! A slightly peaked roof highlights the victorian window that peeks into the garden beyond. Along the walls old tables hold cabinets, baskets, and bins filled with antique bits and pieces ready for Nicol to create!
Over a delicious Black Forest inspired lunch a mysterious butcher-paper wrapped package arrived from 'the old country'. Within were not 1 but 62 tiny little frozen charlottes, recently dug up from an old factory in Germany - a recent EBAY splurge.
Such sweet little things, 'like angels with broken wings' - and there was the inspiration we needed! An old photo hanging on a bulletin board, of a sweet cotton batting wrapped snow-baby set our creative juices whirling. Nicol pulled out boxes filled with ribbons, tinsel, antique christmas glass beads and batting the color of old creamy butter. With Chopin playing in the background, quietly we dreamed up our own versions of snow-babies with old paper wings dancing to sugarplum dreams...
Here you see our little angels, Nicol's on the right, wrapped in walnut colored bullion and topped with a golden star; mine to the left, wearing ribbons of vintage chenille the color of faded roses, and a tiny cream colored star from an old forgotten desk.. Surely we were helped by the many little eyes who kept watch over us as we created, and the sweet 4 legged benevolent souls who kept us company as the sun faded and dreams came true!
Wednesday I had three wonderful women in my studio for my first ever 'Papercutting' class. What fun we had! I am truly amazed at how personal and delightful each piece turned out! Kristine loves gypsy caravans and decided to do a Christmas themed piece with a caravan, jolly St. Nick and his donkey and 4 sweet little waifs. The oval shaped canvas back really completed the piece!
Barb wanted to do a piece for a good friend of hers who loves all things Egyptian. She posed herself hieroglyphically as a maiden fanning her King! So much fun, and so original!!!
Kat decided to do a piece for her husband who is a scientist specializing in 'animal sounds'. She created a wonderful scenic background (those trees were individually cut out!) with songbirds and her husband with his 'equipment' getting center stage! Wonderfully personal and very heartfelt!!!
The day was such a success and I will definitely be teaching this class at the Castle this Spring!
Silhouette Papercuts are all the rage right now. With this in mind, I will be teaching a basic papercutting class in my studio, here in Santa Rosa, on Saturday December 13th, and/or WednesdayDecember 17th. In this class you will learn a few 'tricks' on how to make papercutting easier, and how to mount your finished cuts on canvas boards. I love combining papercuts with photographs, so feel free to bring favorite images that might spark your imagination. (My sample is a series of four 8" x 10" panels depicting the Four Seasons: Spring/Bulbs, Summer/Love in the Mist, Autumn/Chestnuts, Winter/Mistletoe. The little girl is from a vintage French postcard series that I own.)
Time: 10:00 to 4:00 (please bring a lunch)
Cost: $100.00 - includes all supplies, and access to Ulla's collection of images.
Will teach to a minimum of 2, and up to 4 students.
Jeffery Rudell walks us through his process of making a beautiful paper chandelier HERE. He explains:
"Tiffany & Company's flagship Fifth Avenue store in Manhattan. Their theme this year is "All That Glitters" (a particularly apt concept for a jewelry store). My job was to create a chandelier out of paper; delicate, ornate, graceful, vaguely French Baroque in style and about three feet tall by two feet wide. At the time I agreed to do the project, I distinctly remember thinking, "How hard can it be?" Clearly, I was delusional from heatstroke and didn't know it."
Despite the time and patience involved, what a magnificent result!!!
ONCE upon a time,—so long ago that the world has forgotten the date,—in a city of the North of Europe,— the name of which is so hard to pronounce that no one remembers it,—there was a little boy, just seven years old, whose name was Wolff. He was an orphan and lived with his aunt, a hard-hearted, avaricious old woman, who never kissed him but once a year, on New Year's Day; and who sighed with regret every time she gave him a bowlful of soup.