When I was young I never wanted to play with dolls. My dear Mother would purchase one for me occasionally hoping it would take. It never did, until now. I have always admired art dolls. I have been facinated with them for ages. Some years ago I played with polymer clay and ended up making a couple of heads. Now what says I to self. Well, the heads sat around here for some years and one got broken. The other sat perched on a bottle for awhile. Then today a friend of mine who makes hats gave me a bag of her scraps. Oh Mz Muse was exhilarated. My first art doll was born.
I found it difficult to take a picture of her tonight. You can't see all the details. There are a lot of meaningful things in/on her. She has a blue heart.
On the back you can see the music that is in her heart. The song is Amen, Our Hearts Cry. She sort of looks sad to me. I am not sure why. This is why I chose this song. But she is beautifully dressed due to my friends generosity. This was fun. I can see more dolls in my future. Aren't Mothers always right??