Daphne, from Scooby Doo, is about to go to bed in a creepy old mansion that’s supposed to be haunted. But just as she’s about to hit the sack, she gets a big surprise:
A skeleton shows up in her bedroom, beckoning her a good night’s sleep…perhaps permanently!
Daphne was a reworked Monster Scenes Victim figure. The Skeleton is also from Monster Scenes, reworked from his hanging pose and given a more scary face (which was included with the figure). The skeleton was a nice addition to the Monster Scenes line, and provided me with a new menace for one of my Scooby Doo girls to deal with.
The bed is scratch-built from balsa wood. The mattress and pillow were sculpted from sculpey. I first sculpted the mattess to fit the bed, then baked it until it was firm.
I painted the bed a dark wood color, then painted the mattress and pillow in various shades of blue. The bedsheet is actually a very light blue, more so than the pictures show.
The floor is balsa wood that’s been stained with dark brown paint. I like working with wood; and whenever I do, I try to paint it using watered-down paint that still shows the wood grain.
Looks like the skeleton has got dibs on the bed. Well, would you argue with him?!
For those of you who celebrate this holiday, where we give thanks for what we have, I wish you and yours a very Happy Thanksgiving.
Been working on a novel over the past few months. Started it in September, and finished the first draft the last week of October.
I lost my dad recently, during the first week of November, and as devastating as this was, I’ve still been working on the book here and there. Along with my close friends, who’ve kept in constant contact with me (and have been my lifeline to sanity), working on this book has also helped me to keep sane during these extremely trying times.
I’ve decided to self-publish the book on the Amazon Kindle. Oddly enough, it’s a ghost story–about a young woman, a police officer, who discovers she can see the dead. Having just dealt with my dad’s death, the subject matter doesn’t bother me, because the events in the book are from my own imagination. I’m no more unsettled by the theme of my own novel than I can be disturbed by a horror model that I’ve built.
I told my dad about this book, and he was all for it. I was looking forward to having him read it, but seeing how that’s now not possible, I’m dedicating the book to him. This project has been proof positive for me of the positive power of creativity–how it helps get us through the darkest of days and keeps us rooted. At least that’s what it’s been about for me in the wake of his death.
Rest easy, Dad.