'Tis the season. Shane is horrified by my return to Creepy Ass Babydoll Art. He begs me to focus on the big (doll free) project for the upcoming Artmares show. I may not have time to get my goth on with my new dollies for the show, but some Darkness shall be made, I vow.
I was looking for cool old picture frames or signs with interesting typography to cut up, but as I passed by this creature, I was instantly both scared by her crazy eyes and in love. She's porcelain, too. Her torso's stuffed with old Tawainese whatever but her head and hands and wee Mary Jane-clad feet are tinkly precious porcelain. And look at her expressive, questioning brows. She is awesome.
Isn't it wicked how her bow is like a big red X gash?
RAWR. Fear teh crazeh doll lady.