I was given an awesome wooden nesting doll one Christmas.
All year I’d been hating myself for not being able to do anything with it even though I wanted to.
Now it’s finished, covered with eyes, hands, mouths and random objects.
When trying to handle the smallest one, for the first time my hands felt huge and clumsy,
and all he’s got now is a sad little eye to look at a big evil world around him.
I see him as a small and dark, but pretty lonely soul of the whole layered creature.
everything that wanted to stay on!
Acrylics, watercolor, gouache, pencils, pens, markers and so on.