She is a seamstress.
The Seamstress.
Wednesday, May 13, 2015
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
The Nanny
I don't know her name.
She is Nanny.
That is all she has been known as, Nanny.
She has been Nanny for so long that she doesn't remember her name herself.
So... here's Nanny!
Nanny is devoted to her charges.
She has been with the Corbeaux family since Mina was born.
She is a quiet woman, content to stay in the background guarding her darlings.
Nanny has been watching them as they grow and changing,
quietly scaring away any threat that approaches.
{Nanny is a pencil and watercolor on paper portrait. She, too, will be available for purchase. I hope to continue adding the occasional hand drawn portraits to my collection of creepy faces.}
Monday, February 2, 2015
The Big Sister
(Actually, she would prefer that I refer to her as the older sister.
Big sounds so...big.)
May I introduce Miss Mina Corbeaux.
(Her first name is really Willamina but she thinks 'Mina' sounds so much more continental and mature.
She's sixteen.
Enough said.)
Mina is a sweet girl, ready to leave the nursery and enter the ballroom.
Where the twins take after their father,
Mina most certainly takes after her dear Mama.
Mina would like you to know that she is an acomplished young lady in the areas of
watercolour, singing, needlepoint, spell-casting, and potion-making.
Please don't make her stay in the nursery with these children any longer!
Please!
Sunday, February 1, 2015
The Twins
Meet Gregory and Georgianna Corbeaux, five year old twins who take after their Papa.
They are a rather solemn and serious pair or young vampires.
Even when celebrating their fifth birthday! Their steady stare can be a tad disconcerting but they are so quiet that you eventually forget they are there.
They appreciate your stopping by.
Really, they do.
I think.
Friday, January 30, 2015
Introducing...
...the Corbeaux family!
I've always wanted to create a 'family', a creepy family.
A family that stretches backwards and forwards, generation to generation.
A family whose creepily fantastic DNA is strictly a product of my imagination and stitchy, itchy fingers.
The Corbeaux family!
I had to pick a place on their family tree to begin. The early 1800's are the when. A handful of siblings, their parents and their nanny are the who. Perhaps an auntie or two will appear also.
Look for the first of this charming group to be revealed very soon!
I've always wanted to create a 'family', a creepy family.
A family that stretches backwards and forwards, generation to generation.
A family whose creepily fantastic DNA is strictly a product of my imagination and stitchy, itchy fingers.
The Corbeaux family!
I had to pick a place on their family tree to begin. The early 1800's are the when. A handful of siblings, their parents and their nanny are the who. Perhaps an auntie or two will appear also.
Look for the first of this charming group to be revealed very soon!
Thursday, May 1, 2014
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Little Briar-Rose {fairy tale series #2}
The second set of portraits in my fairy tale series are complete! Here they are together...
...and here is their story!
'Little Briar-Rose' (as told by the Brothers' Grimm)
A long time ago there were a king and queen who said every day, ah, if only we had a child, but they never had one. But it happened that once when the queen was bathing, a frog crept out of the water on to the land, and said to her, your wish shall be fulfilled, before a year has gone by, you shall have a daughter.
What the frog had said came true, and the queen had a little girl who was so pretty that the king could not contain himself for joy, and ordered a great feast. He invited not only his kindred, friends and acquaintances, but also the wise women, in order that they might be kind and well-disposed towards the child. There were thirteen of them in his kingdom, but, as he had only twelve golden plates for them to eat out of, one of them had to be left at home.
The feast was held with all manner of splendor and when it came to an end the wise women bestowed their magic gifts upon the baby - one gave virtue, another beauty, a third riches, and so on with everything in the world that one can wish for.
When eleven of them had made their promises, suddenly the thirteenth came in. She wished to avenge herself for not having been invited, and without greeting, or even looking at anyone, she cried with a loud voice, the king's daughter shall in her fifteenth year prick herself with a spindle, and fall down dead. And, without saying a word more, she turned round and left the room.
They were all shocked, but the twelfth, whose good wish still remained unspoken, came forward, and as she could not undo the evil sentence, but only soften it, she said, it shall not be death, but a deep sleep of a hundred years, into which the princess shall fall.
...and here is their story!
'Little Briar-Rose' (as told by the Brothers' Grimm)
A long time ago there were a king and queen who said every day, ah, if only we had a child, but they never had one. But it happened that once when the queen was bathing, a frog crept out of the water on to the land, and said to her, your wish shall be fulfilled, before a year has gone by, you shall have a daughter.
What the frog had said came true, and the queen had a little girl who was so pretty that the king could not contain himself for joy, and ordered a great feast. He invited not only his kindred, friends and acquaintances, but also the wise women, in order that they might be kind and well-disposed towards the child. There were thirteen of them in his kingdom, but, as he had only twelve golden plates for them to eat out of, one of them had to be left at home.
The feast was held with all manner of splendor and when it came to an end the wise women bestowed their magic gifts upon the baby - one gave virtue, another beauty, a third riches, and so on with everything in the world that one can wish for.
When eleven of them had made their promises, suddenly the thirteenth came in. She wished to avenge herself for not having been invited, and without greeting, or even looking at anyone, she cried with a loud voice, the king's daughter shall in her fifteenth year prick herself with a spindle, and fall down dead. And, without saying a word more, she turned round and left the room.
They were all shocked, but the twelfth, whose good wish still remained unspoken, came forward, and as she could not undo the evil sentence, but only soften it, she said, it shall not be death, but a deep sleep of a hundred years, into which the princess shall fall.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The king, who would fain keep
his dear child from the misfortune, gave orders that every spindle in
the
whole kingdom should be burnt. Meanwhile the
gifts of the wise women were plenteously fulfilled on the young girl,
for she
was so beautiful, modest, good-natured, and
wise, that everyone who saw her was bound to love her.
It happened that on the very day when she was fifteen years old, the king and queen were not at home, and the maiden was left in the palace quite alone. So she went round into all sorts of places, looked into rooms and bed-chambers just as she liked, and at last came to an old tower. She climbed up the narrow winding-staircase, and reached a little door. A rusty key was in the lock, and when she turned it the door sprang open, and there in a little room sat an old woman with a spindle, busily spinning her flax.
Good day, old mother, said the king's daughter, what are you doing there. I am spinning, said the old woman, and nodded her head. What sort of thing is that, that rattles round so merrily, said the girl, and she took the spindle and wanted to spin too. But scarcely had she touched the spindle when the magic decree was fulfilled, and she pricked her finger with it.
And, in the very moment when she felt the prick, she fell down upon the bed that stood there, and lay in a deep sleep.
It happened that on the very day when she was fifteen years old, the king and queen were not at home, and the maiden was left in the palace quite alone. So she went round into all sorts of places, looked into rooms and bed-chambers just as she liked, and at last came to an old tower. She climbed up the narrow winding-staircase, and reached a little door. A rusty key was in the lock, and when she turned it the door sprang open, and there in a little room sat an old woman with a spindle, busily spinning her flax.
Good day, old mother, said the king's daughter, what are you doing there. I am spinning, said the old woman, and nodded her head. What sort of thing is that, that rattles round so merrily, said the girl, and she took the spindle and wanted to spin too. But scarcely had she touched the spindle when the magic decree was fulfilled, and she pricked her finger with it.
And, in the very moment when she felt the prick, she fell down upon the bed that stood there, and lay in a deep sleep.
The end. (Well, not quite. There's this prince, and a great kiss, and true love. Yada, yada, yada.)
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