I'm not sure how it happens. The clay gets warm in my hands and I begin to sculpt and form and without really thinking about it, the doll begins to be revealed. Yes, I have an original idea in my mind and maybe I even sketched it out but, the doll truly creates itself.
The ideas flow as I work with the clay. This one in particular has evolved during the process. I didn't know at the beginning that she would end up becoming a wood sprite with a dress made of leaves.
Here she is; unfinished. I have yet to seal the clay and then the wonderful task of selecting the acrylic paints begins. I have a fondness for autumn. One, I love trees. Two, I love the colors, scents, and food of fall.
I imagine her being a shy creature. She hides among the leaves of gold and ruby.
What should I name her?