I promise I'm not that elusive...

*Creeps out of shadows*... Is it safe to come out? Ok, so I may have cocooned myself for a while- I do tend to shut the world out when I have too much flying around my head. I have to admit I've been going through a wide range of emotions. That, coupled with making new friends (that's been nice) and trying to pay the bills (not so nice) I've had a lot swirling around upstairs. It's enough that my brain is running amuck with fairies and sprites and morbidly obese elves! (I've concluded my brain will never be up for organ donation or the patient may die of shock). So I'm pretty sure I'm in a state of metamorphosis and goodness knows where I'm going to end up. But I suppose that's the delicious part of life... you just don't know. And sometimes the wrong choices bring us to the right places (I'm hoping on that one).
I've been gathering inspiration for my little heart: visiting historical villages, driving through some love scenery (the leaves are turning red and gold now), and attempting to teach myself how to sing. Of course I'm still at the sounding like a "screeching cat" phase, but at least I'm past the "screeching cat with barbed wire in it's mouth" phase. I doubt I'll ever become a professional singer, but for the time being frustrating the neighbors is keeping me thoroughly amused.

My sculpting has been a bit all over the place lately. My life has been completely gutted of any description of a routine so it's been difficult to get everything done. However, I do have a few things on the go. Apart from little fat elves and hermit fairies (which have been keeping my cooky side from building up and creating a traffic jam in my head) I have been working on the first serious male sculpture I've done in a long time.

I'm rather shocked by this one falling out of my head. Although, it has gone through various changes. He started out as a male fairy... but while I was sculpting I was listening to various different guitar players and I felt the need to give him a guitar. However, after my next sculpting session was done in perfect silence, I happened across new ideas whizzing around my head. I'm pretty sure I've settled on him being a hunter. With the movie Snow White and the Huntsman being advertised everywhere, I thought he finally found an identity. I kind of feel sorry for him though, the identity crisis I put him through must've really ticked him off :P He's still got a lot of work to do, clearly, and I'm going to have to fix up the anatomy of his chest before starting on the arms, but he's getting there :)
I just want to take the time now to thank all of my viewers for their well wishes through email and on facebook. It's so encouraging and is a source of drive for a tender soul like me :) Love you all!