Lil’ chibi Stede Bonnet I made for my friend’s OFMD birthday party! This isn’t “quarantine craft” anymore I guess lol, but the materials are the same old polymer clay (sculpey iii, to save time I bought more colors than one this time ), painted with colored pencils, pastel, and acrylic, and finished with Testor Dullcote overall and mod podge for the eye. The tie thing is a real string. More process under the cut
*the show playing in the background* I actually did the OPPOSITE hand first like I always do in art akajshdkashd and had to make this TINY hand again
My mom threw out our small convection oven (which I’ve used to bake all my other polymer clay) ever since we got an air fryer, and the big conventional oven takes too long to preheat so…after some brief research I decided to go for it and put Stede in the air fryer lmao. He survived beautifully.
Trapo and Freya in the Moon - Hand made pendant of my friend’s lovely cats (well Trapo is less lovely and more naughty, we have ended calling him Satan… and he answers xD)
Made with polymer clay. Glows in the dark! Post link
“For a while the hobbits continued to talk and think of the past journey and of the perils that lay ahead; but such was the virtue of the land of Rivendell that soon all fear and anxiety was lifted from their minds. The future, good or ill, was not forgotten, but ceased to have any power over the present.” - Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring.
The Alkonost is, according to Russian mythos and folklore, a creature with the body of a bird but the head of a beautiful woman. It makes sounds that are amazingly beautiful, and those who hear these sounds forget everything they know and want nothing more ever again. The alkonost lays her eggs on a beach and then rolls them into the sea. When the alkonost’s eggs hatch, a thunderstorm sets in and the sea becomes so rough that it is untravelable.
And as she sang, all the funny-fish came in from the deep to listen to her, and the young Fisherman threw his nets round them and caught them, and others he took with a spear. And when his boat was well-laden, the Mermaid would sink down into the sea, smiling at him.
Yet would she never come near him that he might touch her. Often times he called to her and prayed of her, but she would not; and when he sought to seize her she dived into the water as a seal might dive, nor did he see her again that day. And each day the sound of her voice became sweeter to his ears. So sweet was her voice that he forgot his nets and his cunning, and had no care of his craft. Vermilion-finned and with eyes of bossy gold, the tunnies went by in shoals, but he heeded them not. His spear lay by his side unused, and his baskets of plaited osier were empty. With lips parted, and eyes dim with wonder, he sat idle in his boat and listened, listening till the sea-mists crept round him, and the wandering moon stained his brown limbs with silver.
And one evening he called to her, and said: ‘Little Mermaid, little Mermaid, I love thee. Take me for thy bridegroom, for I love thee.’
But the Mermaid shook her head. 'Thou hast a human soul,’ she answered. 'If only thou would'st send away thy soul, then could I love thee.’