Vintage Christmas Inspired Apothecary Bottles...

So my next all day Saturday project started with coffee and bottle brush trees this morning.
Then it hit me, I have a use for all those old apothecary bottles I have been collecting.

Here is a preview of the first one:

Witch Hollow Primitives on Etsy

Edgar Allan Poe's Raven...

~ Edgar Allan Poe ~

This is an original of a kind altered art book, and don't judge this book by its cover, it may be deceiving! hidden within is a trinket chest inside its covers. It appears to be a book, but once opened reveals a hidden compartment to stash away your secrecies.

 

Victorian inspired, Poe's raven altered art box.

Now on Etsy click here to take a peek

Salem Witch Trial Victims Memorial Book...

A new series of books I will doing this season will focus on the hysteria surrounding the Salem Witch trials in 1692 and other surrounding areas. Here is another in a series of Unique one of a kind Primitive Books.

Who Ever Said 13 was Unlucky?

Who said 13 was an unlucky number?

Come join the fun! One of the biggest giveaways ever!
13 of the most wickedly talented Halloween Artists
Starting on this Friday the 13th
13 One of a Kind works of Art! (See the theme here?)
There will be multiple winners, and you could be one lucky one!

Instructions to enter will be posted on all the blogs,
Here are our participating artists:

Carly Smith
Boggy Bottom Bayou
www.boggybottombayou.blogspot.com

LeeAnn Kress 
Charmed Confections
www.charmedconfections.blogspot.com

Jody Johnson
Sweet Bear Creek Whims
www.sweetbearcreekwhims.blogspot.com

Flora Thompson
Bone*Head*Studios
www.boneheadstudio.blogspot.com

Heather Millott
Witch Hallow Primitives
www.witchhollowprimitives.blogspot.com

Amy Allen
Amy's Primitives Attic
www.amyscrazycreativelife.blogspot.com

Lisa Ammerman
A Piece of Lisa
www.apieceoflisajane.blogspot.com

Brenda Griffith
The Rusty Thimble
www.therustythimble.blogspot.com

Joyce Tenay
Ragpatch Primitives
www.ragpatchprims.blogspot.com

Cindy Conrad
The Pixie's Thimble
www.pywackitprimitives.blogspot.com

Debb George
Halloween JinglesBells Boo
www.halloweenjinglesbellsboo.blogspot.com

Marguerite Noschese
My Witchy Women

Karen Brady Hammontree
Brady Bears Studio
BradyBearsStudio.blogspot.com

The Halloween Tree

My newest painting entitled: "The Halloween Tree" witches, ghosties, pumpkins and maybe a little bunny? I am so ready for halloween! Available now in my etsy shop.

ACEO's

I love doing these little ACEO's. I remember the first time I found out what they were. I have to admit I had never even heard of them 3 years ago. I was amazed at the artists that create little works of art in this small format. Don't laugh I was someone scrapbooking on 12 x 12 sheets where you have room to work!
For those of you who are not familiar with ACEO's here is the skinny on them:

A.C.E.O.- Art Cards -Editions and Originals... fit in a standard trading card sleeve, or can be matted and framed. They are an affordable way to own, collect and / or trade original works of art.
The only rule for aceo's is their size, they have to be 2.5 x 3.5 always. Other than that anything goes. They can be painted, drawn, altered art, I know of an artist that does them on fabric dryer sheets. Similar to ATC's or artist trading cards which began as a way for artists to trade each others work back and forth with each other. These were not meant to be sold. ACEO's hit ebay and grew like you wouldn't believe. I am glad they did. I have began to collect them from all the artist friends I know.

I am used to doing larger paintings but once I began doing them I couldn't stop. I love them. I just wish I had more time to work with them as my days are filled with so many other mediums. Here is a new ACEO that I did this week and will be available on ebay:

The Witching Hour...

Two of the new paitings I have up on ebay right now I finished this week. Its so nice to be back in the swing of things, even if I am still behind. Do we ever really catch up once we get behind? Probably not but everything that is left for us to do will still be there tomorrow lol.

Hope everyone is having a great day!
hugs,
Heather
Witch Hollow Primitives on Ebay

"The Witching Hour"









"Amethyst Evening"

Baba Yaga

The Witches of the world theme has a winner, and no its not me lol, which is just as well the person I voted for did win, and she is much deserving of it. If your not familiar with Arlene, check out her work on Ebay: dreamedbyarlene

Arlene has not only inspired me, she brought back a wonderful memory from my childhood. When I was little they used to have these book mobiles go around and my mother would take me to pick out books. I found an old Russian Fairy tale of a witch named Baba Yaga. (and you wondered why I am so demented and full of Halloween spirit all year long lol) The story was so captivating to me that every time we visited the book mobile that is all I would check out. My mother would read it to me every night and finally she decided to buy the book lol. I want to share some of the story here, as well as the pics of Arlene's work, she chose Baba Yaga as her witch, and all I can say is WoW! It is a wonderful OOAK original sculpt.




Baba Yaga
O nce upon a time an old man, a widower, lived alone in a hut with his daughter Natasha. Very merry the two of them were together, and they used to smile at each other over a table piled with bread and jam, and play peek-a-boo, first this side of the samovar, and then that. Everything went well, until the old man took it into his head to marry again.

So the little girl gained a stepmother. After that everything changed. No more bread and jam on the table, no more playing peek-a-boo around the samovar as the girl sat with her father at tea. It was even worse than that, because she was never allowed to sit at tea at all anymore. The stepmother said that little girls shouldn't have tea, much less eat bread with jam. She would throw the girl a crust of bread and tell her to get out of the hut and go find someplace to eat it. Then the stepmother would sit with her husband and tell him that everything that went wrong was the girl's fault. And the old man believed his new wife.

So poor Natasha would go by herself into the shed in the yard, wet the dry crust with her tears, and eat it all by herself.

Then she would hear the stepmother yelling at her to come in and wash up the tea things, and tidy the house, and brush the floor, and clean everybody's muddy boots.

One day the stepmother decided she could not bear the sight of Natasha one minute longer. But how could she get rid of her for good? Then she remembered her sister, the terrible witch Baba Yaga, the bony-legged one, who lived in the forest. And a wicked plan began to form in her head.

The very next morning, the old man went off to pay a visit to some friends of his in the next village. As soon as the old man was out of sight the wicked stepmother called for Natasha.

"You are to go today to my sister, your dear little aunt, who lives in the forest," said she, "and ask her for a needle and thread to mend a shirt."

"But here is a needle and thread," said Natasha, trembling, for she knew that her aunt was Baba Yaga, the witch, and that any child who came near her was never seen again.

"Hold your tongue," snapped the stepmother, and she gnashed her teeth, which made a noise like clattering tongs. "Didn't I tell you that you are to go to your dear little aunt in the forest to ask for a needle and thread to mend a shirt?"

"Well, then," said Natasha, trembling, "how shall I find her?" She had heard that Baba Yaga chased her victims through the air in a giant mortar and pestle, and that she had iron teeth with which she ate children.

The stepmother took hold of the little girl's nose and pinched it.

"That is your nose," she said. "Can you feel it?"

"Yes," whispered the poor girl.

"You must go along the road into the forest till you come to a fallen tree," said the stepmother, "then you must turn to your left, and follow your nose and you will find your auntie. Now off with you, lazy one!" She shoved a kerchief in the girl's hand, into which she had packed a few morsels of stale bread and cheese and some scraps of meat.

Natasha looked back. There stood the stepmother at the door with her arms crossed, glaring at her. So she could do nothing but to go straight on.

She walked along the road through the forest till she came to the fallen tree. Then she turned to the left. Her nose was still hurting where the stepmother had pinched it, so she knew she had to go on straight ahead.

Finally she came to the hut of Baba Yaga, the bony-legged one, the witch. Around the hut was a high fence. When she pushed the gates open they squeaked miserably, as if it hurt them to move. Natasha noticed a rusty oil can on the ground.

"How lucky," she said, noticing that there was some oil left in the can. And she poured the remaining drops of oil into the hinges of the gates.

Inside the gates was Baba Yaga's hut. It wasn't like any other hut she had ever seen, for it stood on giant hen's legs and walked about the yard. As Natasha approached, the house turned around to face her and it seemed that its front windows were eyes and its front door a mouth.

(must edit for length) You will have to check out the book to read the rest of this story...


Arelen's Sculpt is now available on Ebay!