I started another Sproutling today. I’m trying a different, more planned approach this time. I sketched out a full size drawing of what I want her to look like first instead of just winging it like I did with the others. I redesigned the armature as well which will give these dolls more stability and allow them to pose a bit better. I’m excited!

I set up in the living room so I could “watch” a nerdy movie while I sculpted. You can ignore the pile of sculpting tools. I don’t know why I have so many or why I bother digging all of them out. I only use two of them… I suppose it makes me feel prepared.

I don’t fancy myself a sculptor. It doesn’t come easily to me. Even so, I feel that each Sproutling I make is a tiny improvement from the last. And despite my inexperience, I enjoy it immensely. I think one of the things that makes the Sproutlings so special for me is that I make them for myself. This probably explains why the thought of parting with one makes me feel really sad… I’ll have to get over that eventually!

Nearly two hours later, a face finally emerged from the clay. She didn’t turn out exactly like my drawing, but I quite like her sweet expression. I’ve been wanting to use these glittery eyes for awhile. They are so beautiful! Like two little nebulae. In fact, I think that’s what I’ll call her… Nebula.