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