I have a little one who was born in a small division of Indiana called Rosedale Hills. She was born in a home where art, music, love and laughter fill the rooms. The scent of joy is roses. The feel of care is as smooth as cream as its poured into what will become sweet ice cream. It is a home of peace with an environment conducive to growth.
This is Rose Marie, a hand stitched, hand painted, African-American ornamental rag doll. She's about 12 inches from head to toe and wears little white undies and little black shoes.
I know what you're thinking. I've seen her before. She sold last week. Only part of this is accurate. Let me explain.
Rose Marie was born here at Sundrip in Rosedale Hills and was ready for her new home. Her bags were packed and her heart was set for the road ahead but there was a snag in her adoption so she sits very sad, on my lap, holding my hand.
Rose Marie: Why not me? Faith, doll maker: It's not you sweetie. It's just that life got in the way and she wasn't able to adopt you. Her circumstances changed. It's not you. Rose Marie: The other girls got adopted, she said. Faith: I know. Those circumstances were different. The two mothers who adopted them had all their ducks in a row, they were ready and sure but the person who was to adopt you wasn't able to get her ducks lined up. It was her ducks out of quack, not a flaw in you. You're perfect. You're perfect with those beautiful, soulful eyes. You're beautiful with your soft hair and smooth brown skin. Little one, you are beautiful in your dress with gold trim and the handmade pendant around your adorned dress. There is no flaw in you, no flaw. Rose Marie: Will someone else adopt me? Faith: As sure as the sun rises, you will be adopted. Rose Marie: Will they have problem ducks too that don't like to line up right? Faith: Next time we will be much more careful about people with rebel, lunatic ducks. We'll make curtain the arrangement is more secure so that you don't get your hopes up or have your heart broken.
Rose Marie laid her head on my chest, squeezed my hand and said, "I didn't mean to make it sound like I don't like living with you."
Oh honey, I know. It's just that you want a home of your own. You deserve it and it'll happen. It may not be today, it may not be tomorrow, but it'll happen.
And so Marie wrapped her plush arms around my neck and squeezed tight. "I love you very much" she said. "I know baby doll. You have so much love to give, that's what makes you special."
Moral of the story.1) Ducks can be thugs and rebels. 2) One must be patient for their heart's desire to be filled.
Rose Marie is up for adoption. She likes long naps, a good book, hugs and holding hands. At this time she's in hug therapy and being treated for Post Traumatic Duck Disorder. She's progressing but would prefer a home with no ducks.
You may purchase Rose Marie the ornamental doll for the administrative fee of $29.00. This covers shipping to the United States. International shipping varies. I refund all international shipping over $1.00. Please contact me at SundripJournals@gmail.com to adopt little Rose Marie. Please don't send money until we have confirmed that Rosie is still available. I accept PayPal and will soon place her in Etsy. They have their own administrative fees so there will be a slight increase when purchasing from Etsy. It is best and secure to use PayPal.
I went to Wally World yesterday and looked for a yellow ribbon but I couldn't find one. Despite sewing a doll by hand, painting her entire body, painting her face and sewing in yarn for hair, I can't make a bow. It's sad but true, I can't make a bow. I tried, oh how I tried but nope.
Wal-Mart (Wally World) didn't have a yellow bow so I went with white which ended up being a good choice. I also changed out the small white scarf for a little shawl. I love shawls and wear them often. Anyway, I added a red heart button that closes the shawl and then added little white bead earrings. So fun. I like her. She's all finished.
Here she is, Madison Ann the African Americana Folk Doll by Faith Austin at SUNDRIP - Art for Life. 🙂
Madison Ann is about 18 inches. Like other handmade dolls on Sundrip, she is hand painted and has soft yarn hair. I search yarn shops looking for hair that is unique, something that will compliment the character of dolls made. In this case, the yarn is intended for scarf making but when I saw it I had to use it for a black folk art doll.
Madison's dress is from upcycled material as are her undies, socks and little white shawl with red and white heart pendant button. She's wearing small white bead earrings, a white hair bow and little black shoes.
Madison's adoption process includes shipping to the United States. The administration fee 🙂 for her adoption is $39.00 via PayPal or by other arrangement. **Adopted**
Noted: The African Americana gallery has been updated to reflect the newest pieces of Black Folk art and dolls.
I can't remember the last time I slept so long, still I crumple my hand over my face with high anxiety. I keep cupping my mouth and nose with my hands teepee-style. My eyes dart around the room as if I'm looking for somewhere to go, yet I feel better than I have in days.
My shoulders tingle with anxiety and pain. I place my hand open palm on the center of my chest and rock. I can feel tears want to come, but they don't. I feel wild. I feel better than I have in days, yet everything I just described I've done since I started trying to write this entry, who knows how long ago.
That was a long, long night. I woke at 2 pm when my friend Snow knocked on the door.
I didn't have to go to the basement again last night, but it was a mess over here all last night. I was happy the phone held its charge.
The messages (plural) that made me grab my cat and go said Imminent Danger Seek Shelter Immediately. Ya know, a girl can't really ignore that. It was pretty bad.
No deaths that I'm aware of, not here in my complex either. But there is damage to cars and windows from hail. There's water damage from windows being broken. Not pretty. Nothing in my apartment is ruined.
I updated my Etsy shop and Available Art gallery to reflect my newest original art pieces.
Picasso Head is just a fun piece of art with bold colors. Of course there are a few hidden figures in there, as well as a developing butterfly wing, a blue and black feather and an arrow.
Sometimes are is created simply for fun while other art serves as a way to relieve anything from general anxiety to rage. Creative release sparked the original acrylic painting called "In My Direction". In some ways it looks like flowing ribbons but it also looks like highways crossing each other.
There's more fun with abstract wash work. No lines, no hidden objects, just emotion in color. This metallic piece shows off bronze, gold and turquoise with burgundy and black. I've added a touch of cream here and there. The title is simply, "Bronze"
Last but not lease is the little girl who could fly. 🙂
I'll continue to update the Etsy shop as well as the Available Art gallery over the next few days.
A note on the Featured Art section. I scaled back on the pieces in there because I thought the number of pieces took away from the goal of showing art that is compact, stuffed and painted edged to edge. I think it's now closer to what I was trying to express.
Also, the August reservation for custom order dolls has been filled. The next available date for a special order handmade doll is September 3rd, 2016. The page for Therapy Dolls explains the reservations arrangement.
I remember saying I wasn't going to do dolls anymore. I just couldn't get into it the way I was. Something interesting happened though, a woman who purchased a doll from me in 2009 contacted me to ask if I still make dolls. She wanted the doll to look a certain way. At first I was nervous because I thought, how am I going to make a doll when my head is a total mess and my body is running on the fumes of fumes. Still, I said yes. I'm happy I did. I really needed to remember that I can still make a quality doll.
I was concerned about making her without a down payment because a few doll sales fell through. I was a bit cautious but with a down payment in hand I went ahead and made her doll.
I hate doing this. I really do, however, I have a need I can't meet. I'm in need of a wheelchair...soon.
I stare at that sentence in disbelief. I need a wheelchair. Wow! I didn't anticipate this for another 3 year or so but ... ya know. Although my insurance is good about paying for things, they will not pay for the wheelchair because they only pay for one ambulatory item every five years. They purchased a cane.
I have some money for it because I had an Etsy sale but I don't have the entire $125 needed. A chair for that amount sounds insane, I know, but it's true. Just check out Walmart.com and punch in "wheelchair". You'll see they sell for other companies. The chairs aren't Walmart products but are from their affiliates. Anyway, I have added a donation button to the sidebar.
This is the very first item I am offering for the new year which really makes me smile.
This young lady is a handmade African American rag doll with a hand painted face and handmade clothes. She’s a lovely girl, a shelf sitter girl to be added to your collection. Although she is sturdy, she is not meant to be a toy. The dolls photographed with her are part of my personal collection and are not for sale. They're mine all mine. lol
Back to Priscilla. She is approximately 15 inches and has been hand painted and heat sealed three times. Her shoes are hand painted and sealed as well. Miss Priscilla's dress is made of red, white and brown checked material. It's not a bright red. I don't know the names of these fabrics but I can tell you it used to be a skirt purchased for it's material 🙂 It is the perfect look for a folk doll. Her little scarf is olive green with a tiny little gold dot to match the gold edges. (Please note: there is a gold dot spill on the scarf. It would have been worse had I attempted to correct it. I left it.) Priscilla is wearing tiny little white undies. Her short, simple hair is made of soft, textured yarn that resembles African American hair. As with many of my dolls I've given her a soft red glow on her cheeks, blue above her eyes and sweet lips.