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| Worth more than $1.50 |
I found a tiny plastic baby doll with wonky eyes at an antique mall. He was only $1.50 and wanted to come home with me so I took pity and bought him.
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| Rusting babies and bones |
He sat for a while until I decided to add a layer of iron paint and then rust him and I wasn't sure what exactly he'd be. I knew he was going to be on a small wooden block, but he didn't have a story yet.
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| A Changeling is born |
After gluing him in place and pulling other assorted odds and ends around him, he looked sad and sickly...like he was wasting away...and there in the depths of my brain a memory was sparked. This sad, rusted thing was no child. No. He was a Changeling. The spawn of a fairy swapped for a lovely little boy.
I opened my scrapbook containing
Other People's Family and found the most perfect match! After taking a photo of the photo, I decided it needed to be in color so I tried my hand at giving him blonde hair and a rosy complexion. I'm pretty pleased with how it turned out...
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| Original photo from Other People's Family |
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| Things are taking shape |
It is funny how little odds and ends seemed destined to be a part of this piece. Like the scrapbook paper I found with the definition of 'memory' or the fairy pendant I found at the craft store and the butterflies I have tucked into a pink glass sugar bowl from my grandmother...its like they were just waiting around amongst the clutter in the Pit of Despair.
This is an almost-finished photo of The Changeling. I have since added some patina to the metal embellishments and will be antiquing the fairy that sits atop the piece.
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| The change is nearly complete |
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