witchlingfumbles:

opalhonors:

kalirush:

My daughter, dressed as Charybdis from the Odyssey. You know- the giant whirlpool that almost sucks Odysseus under. I can really only take credit for the execution on this one. The design was all hers, including the handpuppet Scylla. I admit to having been slightly stumped when she asked to dress up like a giant whirlpool, but she was like “I’ll draw you a picture, Mom,” and here we are. 

Your daughter is HANDS DOWN one of the coolest kids I now know, and you are one of the COOLEST moms I now know, for supporting this kind of imagination and creativity! KEEP BEING AMAZING!

Parenting: You’re doing it right.

The likeness is uncanny.

(via erinnightwalker)

celestiteblue said: Maybe you just under-fired it last time? Higher-fire clays bisque at higher temperatures, and you might get it tougher… although if you pit fire (?), I hear it’s hard to get it hot enough to vitrify without a lot of practice and a lot of fuel.

The tests were kiln-fired to 04. It took a hammer to break a piece, but another chipped when a stilt was popped off of it - it’s an irregular, un-adulterated, clau strait from my yard, after all. I suppose for the bisque stage (assuming there aren’t underglazes that need to be coddled) I could crank it a bit higher. I also didn’t bother doing any of those proper, correct, things like screening it, settling/siphoning to get rid of organic material…etc. So I’m sure that contributed.

I don’t, at all, MIND the difference from ceramic bisque, not in the least. I like that the material feels like it breathes and is alive.  And it certainly did not hurt any of the pieces I’m using, unless I strike them with a hammer to -test- how strong they are. :P

BUT… I MAY use either commercial terracotta or white clay for things like antlers, staves…etc for 1: contrast, 2: extra insurance.

Drying out about 20lbs of natural red clay to pound, sift (to get out all the roots and grass), and re-moisten to try Deity Statue Project 2.0.

Prior experiments resulted in a fairly lightweight, porous, fired product that was not as dense or damage resistant as ceramic bisque.  But for altar statues that aren’t meant to see a lot of “Active duty”, it should be fine.

The part that terrifies me about statuary is cheese-wiring it in half at the end and scooping out the middle so that it dries and fires evenly. *shudder*

erinnightwalker:

rootandrock:

duskenpath:

Lemme know if you want reviews.

Ol’ Scylla sez: Annnnd now I gotta go throw down like a $200 order… Unless I can find someone doing decants of Labyrinth and VILF.

I got a bottle of Jareth and a bottle of 13 Hours, but no spare imps. Still interested?

UM YEAHPROBABLY. Jareth was the one I was interested in. I’m going to put in an order for some BPAL anyway, (probably after June) and for some “Perf vials” from a bottle company - possibly trade, maybe?

duskenpath:

Lemme know if you want reviews.

Ol’ Scylla sez: Annnnd now I gotta go throw down like a $200 order… Unless I can find someone doing decants of Labyrinth and VILF.

Incense smoke curls from a brazier of coals, its scent the rich, rolling, odor of frankincense, copal and sandalwood. Oil lamps flicker and shake in the dim light. Offerings of liquor poured out before candle-lit shrines and offerings of meal given to old spirits and… and…

What the fuck is that stank-ass reek?

The witch stands, sniffing around the room. Oddly it’s not the fish-emulsion fertilizer for the witching herbs. It’s not the frog tank, nor the crickets (who stink, but not THIS stink), and finally she comes to the plant corner. Oh, well, it’s probably the macerating frog-… no, not that either. Wait, how can it not be the thing literally rotting in it’s own juices? Fine, fine, not the frog then.

What the actual fuck is that stank-ass reek?

She leans down close to the plant tray, sniff sniff, sniff sn-HHRRRK… There it is. A newly sprouted mandrake, smelling like someone’s left a cow to rot in the open sun, and doused it in wine all the while. She’d forgotten that each one smells like this for it’s first week of life.

But #4… #4 stinks just the absolute worst.

cicadinae:

I am having a weird desire to take up a hobby which has made me cringe and flail and run away every time I’ve thought about it.

Scrapbooking.

Not for pictures.  I’m thinking of making a scrapbook with deity devotions in it.  Each page of course would be it’s own artistic devotion.  And if I can find the right book, it’d be really easy to organize and reorganize as I go.

But.  Scrapbooking.

BUT, SCRAPBOOKING!

That stuff has come a LONG way. It’s not even about BOOKS anymore. Scrapbooking now entails nichos and mini shrines and AWESOME STUFF. I mean, like… printers tray book thingies, corked vials, and … yeah… it’s not like it used to be.

lacartetreizieme:

scionofmalphas:

WHERE CAN I BUY THiS

HOLY BALLS

[Hoofed boots by Oonacat - available in unicorn style too *ahemDUSKENPATHahem*]

SOOOOOOOOOO Awesome. Very easy to make, VERY hard to wear.

My test pair ended up with a lot of riveted steel pieces to help support the arch so I did not fall down go boom.

jayleroy:

At the table of the Dream King

Micron Pens in Moleskine journal

graveyarddirt:

Her Fertile Queendom, by Ms. Graveyard Dirt

Drawing body fluids out of blood-stained menstrual cloths and post-sex jizz rags into several liters of local water for use in upcoming fertility rites.

Mandrakes love this particular vintage.