more siameses:

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clara and calla are not a joyful pair. it is not that they are exactly depressed, as that would imply some sort of stimulus, but rather that they have had not one small occurrence in their lives worth smiling over. when they were born their mother laughed at her good fortune - ‘siamese ballerinas!’ she thought and began to count pennies in her head. unfortunately, though the girls slaved away in their classes the best they could muster was a clumsy twirl before crashing down in a pile of hair and ribbons. and such was the story of their lives, oh they tried poetry and song and the piano and darts, but their very best was always slightly out of tune or a bit too far to the left. finally clara and calla had no choice but to pack their small leather bag and run away. the poor girls still haven’t quite found a place to settle, and simply wander about sighing softly to themselves.

a commission from a friend who wanted a set of sad siameses.

[ sculpey, wire, paint, ribbon, random sticky scrapbooking roses, hair, fabric and goodness knows what else ]