Tumble Creatures

Handmade, one of a kind, collectible creatures made from premium polymer clay by artist Crystal Cook. www.tumblecreatures.etsy.com
Little zebra custom order. :) I wub him.

Little zebra custom order. :) I wub him.



An unusual pet

I wanted to post this at 3 a.m. EST instead and see what happened, but then I thought, no, Maggie, then everyone will try to guess who is the warthog and who is frolicking with the warthog.

Anonymous asked: Why are your horrors so expensive?


This is a question with a lot of facets, and I’m assuming you’re referencing our minimum quote for a completely original commission, because we have critters in our line-up that cost less than a trip to the movies.

I’ll start with the big one; because we are professional artists. Being good at a craft takes training and time, and you pay for both. My favorite illustration quote, and I apologize for having forgotten the source goes something like this;
"Q: If it only takes you 15 minutes to draw that, why do I have to pay you so much?
A: Because you’re paying for the years of practice it took me to be able to draw it in 15 minutes.” While we’re not talking about illustrations OR 15 minutes here, the meat of the statement is still applicable.

Bones and I have been sculpting since we could be trusted not to put the play-doh in our mouths. We have some expensive educations between us, and  have logged many hours of studio time under other professional sculptors. I’m sure you’re going ‘ho hum, I don’t need this backstory!’ but this is all experience that informs the final product. We like to think we’re pretty good at what we do, and we have a lot of wonderful clients who agree.

An off-shoot here is also design. We’re pretty meticulous about our designs, both from an aesthetic point of view, and a structural one. We don’t do ‘good enough’, and while design and engineering are two of the most fun parts, they’re skills that also take time.

Time, which is another factor. This should be a no-brainer, but lots of people forget that answering emails, anon tumblr asks, comments, updating websites, photographing and posting things four thousand places all fall under the umbrella of working hours. Commissions involve a lot of back and forth particularly, between ourselves and the client, and between ourselves. Its not just the actual hands-on workshop hours we’re talking about.

We are careful about the sorts of materials we buy as well; cutting corners leads to crappy creatures that look horrible. Buying expensive supplies in large quantities costs more than buying cheap craft-grade supplies from the local art store.

The boring stuff is that we have bills to pay. We also need to buy doughnuts and cat food and occasionally new shoes or glasses (Bones I am looking at you here). We have vet bills, and insurance, gas and sometimes I splash out on a new pair of socks. What we do needs to be worthwhile monetarily for two reasons; one, we need to live and two, we’re bringing down the market if it isn’t.

Under valuing your work is a huge disservice to the art community. It tells people that “Hey, artists don’t need to earn a living wage! They can live off sunshine and pot noodle!”. It tells people that what you’ve created isn’t worth all the time, energy, and expertise you’ve invested. Your work’s price tag also carries an assumption of value. This is why in studies, people drinking wine they’ve been told is expensive are not only more satisfied, they rate it higher in terms of flavour. If your pricing is on par with Walmart, people assume that its Walmart quality, which is not the message any artist wants to send.

I’ve already gone on longer than I intended, but that’s a brief overview of the factors I can think of off the top of my head. I’m sure if I had another cup of coffee in my I could go on, but I’ve got painting t’do.

~W (who kinda likes pot noodle anyway)

This needs to be spread around more I think.

Decided to keep this little pony instead of offering her for sale. I love her so much!

Decided to keep this little pony instead of offering her for sale. I love her so much!

Something new I’ve been working on. Bigger, more detailed, pony busts. :) I like being able to work larger on the face without having to worry about the balance, and structure issues that come up with bigger sculptures. Also I think this clearly shows that I am still a portrait artist at heart. :)

It’s ok little dragon. Learning to fly is hard. :) #dragon #tumblecreatures #cute #baby

It’s ok little dragon. Learning to fly is hard. :) #dragon #tumblecreatures #cute #baby

Little black pony photobombed the Christmas in January photoshoot. Good thing he’s a cute little dude.

Little black pony photobombed the Christmas in January photoshoot. Good thing he’s a cute little dude.

I have been on a Valentine donkey kick lately. They are so fun to make and turn out so cute! The last one with the sad ears is my favorite :)

'She would be. It would be the last unicorn in the world to come to Molly Grue.'

— Molly Grue, The Last Unicorn

Besides Lord of the Rings, if I had to pick other books that have defined my life because they saved it, Peter S. Beagle’s The Last Unicorn would be one of them.  Specifically for the character of Molly Grue.

This particular scene, in both the book and the film, never ceases to make me sob like the 5-year-old I was when I first saw it.  When Molly first meets the titular unicorn, she is angry.  So angry that she is a bitter, cynical, jaded old battleaxe by the time she finally gets to meet a unicorn instead of “one of those beautiful young maidens they always come to.”  And the unicorn’s only real way to comfort her is to say “I’m here now.”

What this scene taught me, though I would not learn the full value of the lesson until I was something vaguely close to Molly’s age, mentally if not physically, is that dreams and good fortune are not the sole property of the young and beautiful, and that being older does not mean you’re less deserving of having good things happen to you.

Unicorns come to people who are beautiful, period.  Be they young, shining maidens or bitter, cynical, jaded old battleaxes.  If a unicorn comes to you, there’s a reason for it.  And that reason is that you are beautiful, in ways the unicorn can see even if you can’t.  And of course, that you still believe in unicorns at all.

That’s the hardest part, really.  To keep believing unicorns even exist, nevermind that they would come to the likes of you.  So that when one does come to you, you don’t mistake her for a white mare.

I’m still waiting on mine.  And like Molly, I’ll forgive her if she ever shows up.  It’s not her fault it took so long to find me.  That she finds me at all is what matters.

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What really struck me about this was that Molly says how dare you come to me when I am this? She thinks she’s old, she thinks she’s ugly. She’s a bandit’s cook and she’s done shit she’s ashamed of and she’s not the kid she used to be before the dirt and sorrow got caked on, and she thinks that makes her unworthy. But she’s staunch and tough and kind, and she cooks in a mad king’s castle and makes friends with soldiers and cats and nails Shmendric’s feet back to the ground. She saves them all, inasmuch as any of them can be saved. 

The last unicorn in the world didn’t need some sweet and clean young innocent. The last unicorn needed Molly Grue. 

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