I am in that place again, the place where I have a hundred different ideas and don't know where to start complicated by the fact that I have dolls to finish and a couple of commissioned dolls to begin.
Dollmaking is such a lengthy process, just getting the doll together, head created and covered, body and limbs sewn and stuffed, it all takes many hours and threatens to steal the spontaneity that drives my work. I have to get the doll to a certain stage before I can pause and consider. This resting place differs with each doll and in some cases is completely absent, I run with the doll from start to finish without hesitation.
And the dolls that start from a very clear vision and arrive complete just the way I imagined them are few and far between. More common is a vision that twists and turns until we get to the end and I suddenly realise that this little one is just the way it is meant to be, like children I suppose. Plan as much as we like , dream as much as we like but our children become just who they were always meant to be.
We went to a family get together on the weekend , up in NSW, Stephen's family most of whom I have know for around 30 years. We are all older and wiser but it is so interesting to see that all those brothers and sisters seem to have changed so little in character from when I first met them, they are who they were always meant to be.
I took a photo of an old photo while I was there, of Stephen's grandmother and her twin sister, taken in 1917. Two little girls who will make the most beautiful dolls I just know it. They have been added to my album of dolls I want to make, let's hope I get to them sooner rather than later