The small stuff is up. There are now 21 pages of lovely shopping in the shop, ready and waiting, all it needs is you.
In the fullness of time there will be category buttons in the side bar so that you can just look at the 24th scale, for example if that is your special interest. This will take time to do so, until then if you are shopping in a hurry here’s rough guide to what’s on the shelves in the shop.
Pages 1-4 are big porcelain dolls and clothes with prices from £13 -£85.
Pages 4-12 are 12th scale dolls’ house porcelain dolls; prices from £18 – £50.
Pages 12-14 are original miniature oil paintings at £15.
Pages 14-20 are 24th scale porcelain dolls; prices from £12 – £65.
Pages 20 and 21 are miniature porcelain gargoyles £5.
I’m sorry there is no way of going quickly to a particular page, there will be given time and a following wind. I also regret the lack of 24th scale bathroom sets, these will reappear if I get the kilns up and working again. I am aware I am one of very few makers doing these in sizes where you can actually get a doll in the bath. Don’t give up if you’re waiting.
If you have just discovered the site and have missed previous postings, which will appear as permanent content eventually: when you have clicked on a product in the shop the picture will reappear with buttons in the right hand bottom corner that you can use to zoom the picture and see all the detail. Most of the stuff that has just appeared is three inches and under, many of these things are fully jointed porcelain dolls smaller than your finger. If you have never seen my dolls in reality I promise you will be amazed when you get them in your hand. Remember these are not mass produced factory items, everything you see here is real art, lasting hundreds of years, all made by my own hands with no help at all. In fact what I’ve got is a husband who says ‘Why are you doing those (expletive deleted) dolls again?’ So what I’ve got here is negative help.
I expect Rembrandt had the same problem. I bet his friends said: ‘Hey, Remby, are you painting yourself, again?’ I expect Paloma Picasso said: ‘You’ve got the nose in the wrong place Dad, and shouldn’t it be pink rather than blue?’ I expect the Impressionist’s friends squinted at the paintings muttering ‘Should have gone to Spec Savers.’ And I wouldn’t be at all surprised if Christopher Wren’s pals said to each other, ‘Lovely building like that and what does he do? Goes and puts a giant tit on the top! This is what comes of doing architecture and not getting enough sleep.’
See the interesting thing about art is that real art, after a shaky start, eventually gets enjoyed by real people. Fake art is nearly always immediately bought for millions and slapped into a gallery.
Long ago in History when I was a student we had to go once a week to see and criticise a play. Most were in a theatre with a pretentious display of ‘modern art’. In the class one student, Gordon, was a bit of a wag. Shortly after the famous exhibition of bricks in the Tate, a similar confection appeared in the display section of the theatre. It was separated from the hoi polloi by a red rope threaded between brass posts. While everyone sipped their drinks and had pretentious arty conversations about the pretentious arty brick ‘arrangement’, Gordon stepped over the red rope, rearranged several bricks and stepped back again. How we all laughed, well, of course we did, we were students. Do you think this was: a) an insightful comment on modern art, b) a bit of a lark, c) vandalism, d) two trowels of mortar short of a wall, e) the start of the rot infecting the whole of art at present, f) something else. ?
Fascinating. Right, I’m off to finish 80 Christmas cards, after which if I don’t start doing some pictures I’m going to end up scribbling on the walls. And they will all look like what they’re meant to be and you won’t need a degree in being clever to understand what they are.
