Needle Felting!
Hooray! Finally! An artistic post!
Needle felting! And to be kind to your page... :P A cut!
Two weeks ago I had to tell a story that came to mind from a random word... My word was denim (which I found hilarious and I hope that the author of the word was inspired by the fact that the teacher was wearing both denim jeans and a denim shirt, which seemed horribly outdated and entertaining. Again, a denim shirt, not a denim jacket, which would have been slightly more acceptable in my "fashion-conscious" mind), and the only story I could think of was a plot from one of my Destination Imagination skits in high school...
It had vaguely something to do with a jeans factory, in which the owner's name was Levita Denime (because DI is all about puns... we're just not that good at them, unfortunately). There was an inventor who made a robot... perhaps to work within the factory? But it was a cyber centaur named Persephone, whom I played. As a cyber centaur, I was a humanoid robot with an extended computer of a caboose, roughly three feet beyond my body. It had a keyboard on the back, along with chips and gadgets, with a mane of wires as a tail. My punchline at the end was attempting to put jeans onto my back legs, and coming out to inquire, "Do these pants make my butt look big?" I told this story to my class, and then informed that I was required to create a piece about it.
What resulted was a felted "mini-me" with hand sewn jeans, a caboose of cardboard, duct tape, wood, thread, and more felt. First I sculpted a base of plain corriedale top wool roving.
I attached clothes with my felting needles, and my sewing needles, on top of the plain wool, spun the woolen hair with my drop spindle, and needle felted a rocket ship on my shirt. It was somewhat approved of by my class, at least by the fibers majors :) My teacher liked the body better than the box end, which I agreed with. He also asked if I had ever made a doll before... then I realized that I had indeed made a doll. And I never had.
And another shot....
So there she is. Whaddaya think?
Needle felting! And to be kind to your page... :P A cut!
Two weeks ago I had to tell a story that came to mind from a random word... My word was denim (which I found hilarious and I hope that the author of the word was inspired by the fact that the teacher was wearing both denim jeans and a denim shirt, which seemed horribly outdated and entertaining. Again, a denim shirt, not a denim jacket, which would have been slightly more acceptable in my "fashion-conscious" mind), and the only story I could think of was a plot from one of my Destination Imagination skits in high school...
It had vaguely something to do with a jeans factory, in which the owner's name was Levita Denime (because DI is all about puns... we're just not that good at them, unfortunately). There was an inventor who made a robot... perhaps to work within the factory? But it was a cyber centaur named Persephone, whom I played. As a cyber centaur, I was a humanoid robot with an extended computer of a caboose, roughly three feet beyond my body. It had a keyboard on the back, along with chips and gadgets, with a mane of wires as a tail. My punchline at the end was attempting to put jeans onto my back legs, and coming out to inquire, "Do these pants make my butt look big?" I told this story to my class, and then informed that I was required to create a piece about it.
What resulted was a felted "mini-me" with hand sewn jeans, a caboose of cardboard, duct tape, wood, thread, and more felt. First I sculpted a base of plain corriedale top wool roving.
I attached clothes with my felting needles, and my sewing needles, on top of the plain wool, spun the woolen hair with my drop spindle, and needle felted a rocket ship on my shirt. It was somewhat approved of by my class, at least by the fibers majors :) My teacher liked the body better than the box end, which I agreed with. He also asked if I had ever made a doll before... then I realized that I had indeed made a doll. And I never had.
And another shot....
So there she is. Whaddaya think?