“I look at trees and I see people,Dancing in Celebration of our Mother, the Earth.Each Tree has a voice if only you will listen.We are all connected.”
I make these female figures out of dogwood branches and bits of recycled fabric and new fabric and maybe some paper mache or wire and there has to be beads of some sort. Each one takes on a personality. It isn't until I finish one that she finally aquires a name. This one is called Sonja- the wise one. Her face is old and time worn and yet serene. She looks like she has seen alot over the centuries yet she still has some hope left in her.
I guess I haven't outgrown dolls yet. I don't think I really ever will.