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Suffering Sloth

In a true example of my current doll Sloth, I didn’t work on her for a week. 
Now I think she’s angry with me. Or at least apathetic to helping me.

Everything I do is wrong. I’ve redone her eyes three of four times but am never happy with them. I have to be careful since the black thread I’m using tends to leave dye traces on the yellow material. I’ve pinned multiple outfits to her. I’ve re-sewn her hair twice and I just had to fix her mouth.

Honestly I’ve been working for the last five hours and have very little to show for it. I’m getting slightly worried that she’s being irritable on purpose. Her outfit doesn’t lend to the same patchwork quality of Banshee or Harlot, being much more drapey and flowing. 

Drapey is apparently not a word.

Perhaps I am experiencing the essence of Sloth….. where nothing gets done regardless of effort or lack thereof.

LITTLEDEADS

I have been drawing creepy dead girls for about six to seven years now. Although my father points to a drawing I drew at age 6 as the true beginning of LDG. 

LittleDead’s are not really about the shock factor, or the about the cute creepy iconography. They are my own reaction and struggle to conceptualize the strange twisted loss of innocence in each of us.

My LittleDead’s came about through watching my friends slowly lose their childlike innocence. They became jaded, at least to my eyes. The world removes your rose tinted glasses and gives you cracked jaded ones, and you’re slowly dying a little more each day. You’re insides are LittleDeads. 

LittleDead was my reaction.
An intense desire to hold onto that innocence 

As absolutely depressing as this all sounds, LittleDeads are not about being jaded, or being lost, or even about death. To me, LittleDeads are about Hope. They keep your innocence for you, for they are the remnants. They’re the personification of your inner child after a lifetime of battering by society, but they persist. They Exist. Much like Hope in Pandora’s box, they continue to survive.