By mid-summer, I find myself yearning for Autumn; it's my absolute favorite time of year! Red and gold leaves crackling under my feet, cool crisp weather, pumpkins and hayrides, apple-picking, warm cozy sweaters and Harvest-colored quilts, fragrant smells of fresh hot apple cider and pumpkin spice, and of course, Halloween!
Inspired by my love of the Fall, combined with my love of Christmas, I carved the figures below. Some sold on Ebay and some were gifts. It warms my heart to know that people are out there decorating their homes with something I created with my own two hands.
Here is a miniature Santa sitting on top of a jack o'lantern. He's only about 4 inches tall. The smaller the wood, the more challenging it is to carve. Sometimes it takes as long to carve a 4 inch Santa as it does a 9 inch one.
One of my favorite carvings ever! This one was very hard to let go! He stands 9 inches tall and is wrapped in a Halloween quilt.
This is a very naughty little boy using his mom's best quilt for a Halloween costume! I'm sure he's going to be in for a few "treats" when his mom finds out.
This 9 inch Harvest Santa was the first one I ever attempted. I had such a good time carving out the folds in the quilt, I knew I had to make more!
Another version of Santa wrapped in an Autumn quilt.
Carving is one of the greatest joys in my life. Unfortunately, due to my hands and fingers swelling, I don't get to carve as much as I'd like. For over 20 years now, I've seen every type of doctor and specialist, yet none have been able to help. Despite mounds of blood tests, MRIs, x-rays, and even getting volts of electricity shot up my arm, everything still turns out normal. Yet sure enough, every few weeks they'll swell up like balloons, so much that I can't even close my hand or make a fist.
So now, I try to work a little bit of carving into mixed-media art. It gives my hands a rest, yet still allows me to do what I love. Plus, I get the opportunity to work with other fun mediums like sculpting clay, felting wool, and painting.
It's like the old saying goes: When life hands you lemons, stick'em in your bra. Can't hurt. Might help.