Recently I decided to give her a smaller stand, and have her positioned so that she looks like she's running, rather than her previous incarnation of standing there looking pleased.
I actually wish Louise was real, and that she was able to take a jump off her stand and onto my lap, or into my arms. She would be a very spoilt little pig, spoilt with love.
I wish all my sculptures could step down from their podiums and talk. I wish it like I was a small child waiting for magic to happen, believing it could happen.
Evangeline has the potential, despite being a dreamer, to be a little cheeky. Fun too. She'd make you laugh with her quirky observations about life.
In this piece, my sixth sculpture of Evangeline, she is having a break from the dusting, she's dancing to the old songs.
I've just heard a little squeak, and it's not Evangeline, it's my real life doggy, Douglas, asking squeakily if he can possibly be taken for a walk. It's his polite squeak, but it could soon turn into an urgent squeak, so I'd better put a thick coat on and take the doggies out into the dark. It's actually only 5.20 pm, but it may as well be midnight, it's completely dark outside.