I don't do commissions. There are very few exceptions to this rule. Commissions, in general, suck the fun out of making. Maybe it's the pressure to please. Maybe it's my inner brat refusing to enjoy anything that I am forced to do. Like every book I HAD to read in high-school, it doesn't matter how enjoyable it actually is, the 'must' ruins it.
But there are exceptions.
These stumps loitering my mantle, for example. Most will become homes for tiny porcelain fairies made by my friends at
fairy.com.
The remainder will sit in my studio until brillance strikes and I have my way with them!
What sort of mischief or magic do you think could take place inside little mossy stump?
