I wiped away the weeds & foam. / I fetched my sea-born treasures home... Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thursday, December 24, 2009


Angels Too Close....

My mother believed in angels....or or so she said. She started to believe in her last years of life---a time when she was looking for something to explain her life and future. Mostly she meant here-on-earth human angels---her son who called her daily, without fail, from 2000 miles away; the person who helped her grocery shop; the guys who fixed her roof or cleaned out her garage; the best friend who visited weekly and gave her a manicure and companionship.

                             angels by other artists, from my collection

And amusingly, after my father died, my mother, in jest, told me that perhaps my dad's pet seagull Gully---Gulliver! My dad named all his wildlife friends---who sat on the garage roof waiting for Bob, was actually a harbinger of my dad's presence, still watching over her and their home.
      new glitter snow angel by folkartist & tiny antique German angel

I am not much of a believer in the supernatural...
      new glitter snow angel by folkartist

...but I enjoy making folk-art angels and collecting those made by others. Enjoy!

and yet another! I love these!

The rest of the angels are made by me, usually from driftwood and flea market treasure &/or found objects.

group of my dollys

driftwood angel

angel with driftwood Nutcracker head & antique French child's dress

Neat wooden wings & antique dress....

  Driftwood & rhinestones! Wow!

beachcombed snow-angel head, vintage treasures, handpainted Man-in the Moon.
Note the tiny ice skates!

     found objects & vintage textiles, buttons...

teeny-tiny mousie-angel, with pine & holly, in a swapshop milkglass urn, so cute
My angel.....

How about you? Do you believe...?
Happy Holidays!