Showing posts with label etsy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label etsy. Show all posts

Monday, November 15, 2010

Episode III: An Update


Stanley. He's my muse.
Seriously, though, how could a stuffed animal turkey vulture with a fake moustache NOT be inspiring? Just look at this mug! That fashionable neck ruff, his cute little beady eyes... ahh. What a fine figure of a stuffed animal.




It is also crucial to rememer that You Can Always Trust a Snake. Especially yellow eyelash vipers, which may me the cutest venomous animal ever. I have decided this and thus it shall be. (I mean, really... eyelashes. Need I say more?)



These two are painted on a wonderful (albeit odd) surface called aquaboard. It's a super-absorbant, stiff, sort of toothy board that is all sorts of wonderful. The paints soak in quickly, but I find that you can almost always go back over it with a stiff brush and water to blend. I'm a fan.
AQUABOARD! Check it out if you like watercolors or goache.

And now, for a new episode of Maranda's life.

My New Job
I am now a dog grooming assistant! No more fried food, grease spills, incompetant managers, or unhappy shifts. I basically get paid to hang out with dogs all day and I earn a 40% commission from all my sales. I am blissing out about this, for sure. I must have racked up some excellent karma to get this gig. All six months of my suffering at the deli led to this! The world can be a fair place to be, after all. Between the puppies, people, and clean atmosphere... this new job is wonderous. Plain and simple. Life is looking up. I have also learned that English bulldog puppies are sleepiness incarnate. They get nap attacks like nobody's business. That kind of cuteness is unfair. It really is.

My Skin
Ever heard of burrows solution? Smells like: vinegar. Feels like: pond water! Makes my skin feel like: a goddess's.
Soaking cotton material in the solution and wearing it (cold, wet, jumping into a mountain lake at 3am) at first was not fun. Miserable, even. I have to do this odd treatment because of my dermatologist. Upon visiting him, I was told that I was to a) avoid Stark's house because of the cats and b) chill out! Because the stress was making my skin worse. So every day since then, I woke up early and jumped into a black garbage bag sandwich: burrows-solution-soaked cotton pajamas and me being the meaty bits. Cold! Cold! But half an hour later I was leaping out and moisturizing like a madwoman. The morning and evening ritual gives me time to reflect (and watch the best anime ever: Mushi-Shi). I find that waking up at 5:30am, slipping into icy clothes, and sitting still for half an hour gives me time to wake up and clear my mind. When I rush out of the door in the morning due to waking up 20 minutes before I have to be out the door, I find it hard to finalize thoughts or regard events with any significance. I float through my day in a haze and end up quite grumpy because of it. As odd as it sounds, freezing my butt off every morning really gets the juices flowing! (And wow, did that sound odd.)

That is all for now, friends.
Oh, and also, you should buy Dice Sprites for your friends for Christmas. Or whatever winter gift-giving holiday you celebrate.
http://www.etsy.com/shop/claymancers

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Dice Sprites

An update on my newest set of critters: Dice Sprites!
Here is a little blurb about them.

Since the Dawn of Time (or at least the Dawn of Dice-Based Role Playing Games) people have had their own personal type of luck. Some people have rotten luck, some people have awesome luck, and some people swear that their luck has attention deficit disorder. Only recently have we discovered that luck actually has a physical form: Dice Sprites. When you roll a dice for the first time, your Dice Sprite is sprung into existence. From then on he/she develops their own personality, colors, body shape, and attitude. They stay with you and govern your dice rolls as they see fit. Some Dice Sprites even adopt their humans's attitudes toward gaming itself. It is not uncommon that Dice Sprites start becoming little embodiments of their humans's gaming essence. Like humans, every Dice Sprite is different. They will forever remain our cute little imps of luck for as long as there is a game which involves dice rolling.

And here they are, all four of them thus far.





They will be for sale soon! Stay tuned. My Etsy shop will be my next major endeavor. I plan to fill it with all sorts of fun things, like the Dice Sprites, artist trading cards, prints, dyed bandannas, jewelry... ah. I often daydream about being an entirely self-sufficient artist. Someday that day will come. Unitl then, I'll keep making Dice Sprites!