Friday, August 24, 2012

Would you pay £5,000 for a DOLL?




First off, this is not jealousy, and I don't begrudge the artist in any way because, let's face it, the majority of art dolls get sold at way, way less than their actual value. Many doll artists do it as a hobby because people will simply not pay for the hours, weeks, days of skilled work that went into making a doll. People moan about the price of Asian BJDs because they are coming from a mould but forget all the time and effort that went into making first the sculpt and then all the moulds and then perfecting every cast made from that sculpt.

So, no, I tip my hat to Marina Bychkova that her stunning Art Dolls currently fetch such high prices, but at the same time I still am baffled at who would pay over £5,000 for a doll? A doll? I adore dolls and would be proud to own one by an artist as talented as Marina but even if I won the lottery tonight, I still would not be paying that sort of money for a doll ( a stupid and self deluded statement, I have never been rich so how could I possibly know what I would do?). Possibly because I remember the stories my grandparents told me of their dirt poor childhoods and early years, is it that? Would I just feel such guilt at the thought of how many people there are in the world whose lives could be changed overnight by a gift of £5,000. They would use it to buy themselves shelter, safety, food, clean water, their freedom, things that are priceless. For some reason there seems to be a barrier in my head that says an art doll cannot be worth more than £1,500! I've no idea where that arbitrary figure comes from but I know every time I see an auction go above that I question the sanity of the bidders. Feel free to throw accusations of reverse elitism and offers to stuff my working class piety down my throat in the comments box :o)

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

sick of bl**dy blogger!!!!!!!!!!!!

Seriously I am wondering if it isn't time to throw in the towel with Blogger? I am fed up of the constant glitches.

I haven't been able to comment on any blog but my own for weeks now and forgetting that when you have just typed out a reply to someone's post is a real bitch. Add to that the fact that my reading list frequently disappears and I get a message telling me You are not following any blogs!

Yesterday I logged in to be greeted by 5 posts from a blog I am definitely NOT FOLLOWING! I can't delete this blog from my reading list because I don't have it on my reading list because I am NOT FOLLOWING IT!!!!! So now I get tiresome updates from some craze eyed US guru type I have never heard of blathering on about stuff I am not interested in (unless you know how your bloody blog came to hijack my blog list and how I can get rid of you, little man?) instead of the blogs I do follow and want to read.

Honestly, can't take much more!

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Do you have FOMO?

Today I heard about a new condition I am definitely not in danger of suffering from: FOMO, or the Fear Of Missing Out.

I remember back in my late teens when I was first at art college and again when I first got a job in an ad agency in London in the 80's, going through little phases of FOMO, although I have usually thought of those times as my desperate needy "new girl" days. I felt like I had an opportunity to hang out with the cool kids and be where all the exciting stuff was happening and it would be stupid to sleep or eat or go to the bathroom... when those things became necessary I felt quite literally desperate and wondered what everyone was talking about in my absence! What if something earth shattering happened and I wasn't there to be part of it???

It soon wore off though.... maybe because I was the loner arty kid who went to great lengths to avoid my brother and live-in cousins as a child so that I could have some peace to read a book or just play alone. Maybe because I have always been self contained and soon bored of the cool kids anyway, maybe that's why the whole social networking obsession has barely made a dent in my psyche?

I know, you are wondering: if so then why I am writing this blog? why I post pics on Flickr? Why I chat on doll forums, why tweet once in a very blue moon? This is different to FOMO, as it was initially started just as a way of publicising my dolls & art, then, as time went on, I found I enjoyed the routine and liked the people I met along the way. There is no desperation involved though, no NEED. Sometimes I don't blog for weeks on end and forget to check what others are blogging about too, I am happy for the world to pass me by while I am concentrating on... whatever... hell, just watching TV!!!

I even set up a Twitter account but tweet so infrequently and erratically that a vet would put this little birdie to sleep. As it probably says somewhere on this blog "You can follow me on Twitter" but it will be a thankless task, let me warn you now. It will be like spending the afternoon at Chester Zoo hoping to see the sloth move a toe or to catch a glimpse of the mythical Red Panda. Have even the keepers actually seen it?

Anyhooo, I'm off to play with my brand new 8 week old kitten, Georgie, and if he stays still long enough I might blog a photo of his cute fuzzy self soon ;o)

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Kitten induced Chaos

Do brand new Kittens have an off switch that I don't know about? Seriously, George the 8 week old white 'n' ginger has been here about 6 hours and I feel as frazzled as the survivors in The Walking Dead. My flat is a wreck and my lovely 6 year old cat Matilda is 50% baffled and 50% freaked out... Lordy... I may have the energy to post again in about 6/12 months time!!!

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

OK great, now blogger won't let me leave any comments on other people's blogs! Happy Happy Joy Joy!!!