SassyBlonde

I keep thinking that I need to be working up all of those erudite posts that I have banging around in my head, but then I get distracted (ooh shiny!!!!) by SUMURU because hey, it's my birthday on Sunday and everybody keeps wanting to celebrate this whole getting older thing. Oh, all right, so do I, I admit it. And it's hard to keep your brain focused when it's 5PM and you've already had your dose of culture for the day. That being said, I keep trying to figure out how to treat myself to a new Poppet.

"Whassa Poppet?" you say?

I'm so glad you asked.

Poppets are adorable and creepy little sculpture-people by one of my new favorite artists, Lisa Snellings-Clark (who I incidentally found through Neil Gaiman's post about dead bees-- the pathways to enlightenment are convoluted indeed.)

Most of you get that my mind is a strange place, and every once in a while I find an artist that really has their finger on the same sort of oddness that goes on there. For instance, Robert Dowling, some of whose artwork speaks to me in a way I can't really explain, and couldn't ever really hang in my house, but I seem to need to look at in the way the human body needs water.

Lisa Snellings-Clark's Poppets grabbed my attention like a tiny insistent fishhook when I saw them. I looked at them, I liked them, they appealed to me, and they wouldn't get out of my mind. They're creepy. They're odd. They're honest. And they're... well... cute.

So I bought one, and it's my little companion on my desk and the audience to my practicing. It'll go with me on my next tour as a silent watcher and photographic peeping tom. It hits weird in exactly the right way-- everyone who sees it in my office kind of stares at it and gives it the eye, trying to figure out if it's cute or creepy, and it makes me laugh. And now it needs some friends, and there's something to be said for developing your audience, so I'm trying to decide if I can decide between Pierrot, the Alien, Little Pink, Little Blue, or the Spook with a Sad Clown Mask. This is bad folks-- I'm not a collector by nature, but these little guys seem to want to come home with me in the worst way.

*giggle*

Yeah, my mind is a strange place.