Freya and Faye – children of the piper series

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available in my etsy shop from Sunday 10th April 2016 = https://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/RubyTrinket

Sam Crow’s mixed –media sculptures and art dolls are entirely made by hand—using clay, wire, paint, wood and various textiles and textile techniques. They depict the characters she has met, seen, dreamt of or imagined—Little People with large personalities.

No moulds were used in their creation and none made of the originals afterwards—making them all one of a kind and unique individuals … much like us larger people.

Each character has their own story….

Having spent a large amount of time in Germany as a child…Sam became fascinated by all things brothers Grimm , the child snatcher in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang and the Pied Piper of Hamelin.  Freya and Faye are part of a  collection entitled Children of the Piper…

they are the children  the Piper  led away.

Here is their story…

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Set apart from the rest of the town and cocooned within its own fenced and wooded grounds stood a grand house with a grand and multi syllabled name. The local folks just nodded their heads in its approximate direction and called it ‘the big house’.

The big house was principally inhabited by a family with an equally imposing name with far too many consonants to be easily spelled or pronounced. Most folks just called them their lords or ladyships, regardless to whatever their real titles or pedigree were or were not. But it was also home to several other families who worked to maintain the upkeep of the rambling estate and all its syllables.

As his lordship’s forest warden, Warren Forrester, occupied a small stone out building attached to the rear of the big house, with his two youngest daughters, Freya and Faye, his latest wife and their infant son. This latest wife, Tessa, relished any opportunity to casually mention that ‘the big house’ was her home address to anyone and everyone within hearing, but Freya and Faye suspected the gratification that this name dropping aroused within their stepmother could not quite outrank her repugnance for her husband’s vocation. The woman viewed the outdoors with all its mud and creeping things as something alien and abhorrent. As soon as she joined the Forrester family, she immediately instigated a strict sterile regime and refused to allow any of it to enter her home (which had been the girls’ home long before it was hers, a fact that the girls often silently cited when she berated their wildness). She dressed everyone and everything in white, to make sure she would immediately spot anything feral trying to enter her home, and ensure its immediate removal. The girls suspected this would include them if they refused to comply. Anyone wishing to enter her whitewashed haven was made to remove everything contaminated with the outside in the boot room first. This was tricky for Warren, who made his living outdoors, and his two wild daughters, but Warren loved his wife, and Freya and Faye loved their father. They all bore the new government with a grimace, reminding each other that there are always ways around rules for those keen enough to find them.

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Fortunately, before the girls lost all hope of ever having any freedom again, their little brother made his arrival, and the girls soon realised that their step mother was now far too preoccupied trying to keep her infant son from defacing her gleaming façade, to notice small discrepancies.  As long as they stayed clean and fresh smelling inside the house, she tended to ignore them. Their life of exploring the forest and making friends with the wildlife resumed, which proved to be providential for their forest friends.

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In his youth the brawny Warren Forrester had been the terror of local poachers, with whom he had frequent encounters and would give (and sometimes take) hard knocks, generally succeeding in capturing them and making them answer for their misdeeds. But four wives, six children and a few too many good dinners and flagons of ale later, he was becoming a little slower and less able to defend the woodland and its occupants. It was just as their father settled into a more sedentary lifestyle, and the poachers began to creep back into the estate – that the girls set out to rekindle old friendships…

Having spent almost every day of their life exploring the estate, the sisters knew every tree, plant, beast and bird that dwelt there. They were all family. So when members of the family began to go missing or were found injured, tortured or lifeless in horrendous traps, the girls were filled with a fury they’d never known before. They spent their days tending the injured or burying the dead in a small cemetery they had created in the forest’s heart, but when their beautiful ceremonies turned into a macabre daily ritual, they decided something had to be done to stop the carnage. It was time to fight back and that meant taking that fight into the night time, where the poachers stalked.

 

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Their stepmother slipped into a heavy exhausted sleep every night, whilst their father patrolled the grounds. Squirrelling away a couple of spare keys from the many skulking in the kitchen drawer and slipping outside was easy. As was making a collection of anti-poacher tools…

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Their father had already helped them to make little red first aid bags, filled with bandages and ointments to help the injured creatures they found, but had insisted that they kept them hidden from his wife, who would be mortified if she knew he was encouraging them to mingle with the wildlife. So Freya and Faye had made little aprons to cover their freya's bitsobligatory white dresses, to prevent the stains that would force them to disrobe before entering their home and added large pockets to store the first aid bags in. They wore the aprons hidden underneath their dresses on entering the house. It was easy to add more pockets to the aprons, to store their anti-poacher tools.

 

 

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Freya and Faye secretly set to work to save their friends…armed with their anti-poacher secret aprons, filled with anti-poacher tools, a little red first aid bag with ointments and bandages, – and a little bottle of skull capped poison (just in case the poachers don’t heed their warnings) and placing on their heads a garland of funeral pyre flowers wrapped around the skulls of forever treasured bird friends – to remind them of who they are making a stand for, and lighting their way with a candle in a jar, (covered with a muslin cloth to prevent the moths drawn to the flame from suffering scorched wings) – they pulled up the hoods of their black capes and stepped out into the night …

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In the nights that followed traps were sprung, wires cut, bells and trip wires laid out to alert animals to dangerous areas or just to annoy the poachers, any unfortunate animals already ensnared were released, man traps were set up, and the poachers began to realise that Warren Forrester, forest warden, must have upped his game once again, or employed extra help.

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When the Piper arrived, Freya and Faye were unaware of his presence, until his music wound through their forest, leading his procession of children towards the mountains. Fascinated, they lowered their hoods to listen, and followed.

Although they are no longer worried about staining their pretty white dresses, Freya and Faye still choose to wear their anti-poacher aprons and black cloaks when about their business – they help them move unhindered and unseen through the night time forests, and they are busy, busy girls. Ask any poacher if they know the name Forrester, and the response will always remain the same. They will beg you to hush, to not speak that name out loud in their vicinity. They will say it’s a cursed name, edged in darkness, and pulling their coats tighter around them they will move away, looking around them for shadows, wanting to creep into both them and the light at the same time. Whilst busy with their skulduggery, if sensing a shift in the shadows, or finding traps tripped or turned against them, or garlands of flowers and bird skulls in the heart of a forest, most poachers know to leave as quickly and quietly as possible. Sometimes they scrawl the name Forrester onto a tree or fence post on their way out as a reminder and a warning to leave this forest well alone as it is protected, and perhaps they even consider a change profession.

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Although they are no longer worried about staining their pretty white dresses, Freya and Faye still choose to wear their anti-poacher aprons and black cloaks when about their business – they help them move unhindered and unseen through the night time forests, and they are busy, busy girls. Ask any poacher if they know the name Forrester, and the response will always remain the same. They will beg you to hush, to not speak that name out loud in their vicinity. They will say it’s a cursed name, edged in darkness, and pulling their coats tighter around them they will move away, looking around them for shadows, wanting to creep into both them and the light at the same time. Whilst busy with their skulduggery, if sensing a shift in the shadows, or finding traps tripped or turned against them, or garlands of flowers and bird skulls in the heart of a forest, most poachers know to leave as quickly and quietly as possible. Sometimes they scrawl the name Forrester onto a tree or fence post on their way out as a reminder and a warning to leave this forest well alone as it is protected, and perhaps they even consider a change profession.

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If you have ever feared to enter the woods at night, just whisper the name Forrester into the wind before entering, and call to the girls for their protection. If you mean no harm to their family, they will see you safely through. But be warned, Freya and Faye are watching. Can’t you feel them? Sense them? Just over there, behind you, in the shadows.

Freya andFaye , the forest warden’s daughters, are  one of a kind art dolls and part of my Curious Creatures, Children of the Piper series of art dolls.
They is approximately 13 and 12 inches tall respetively, from the top of their curly red haired heads to the tips of their brown button up boots, and their little pet bunny and fox are approximately 4 and 5 inches small from the tips of their ears to the bottom of theirpaws – their legs and arms can be moved so they can sit or be squeezed in a hug .
Freya and Faye’s hands and head are sculpted from clay, and have been painted and sealed with protective varnish. Their long curly red locks are made from soft soft wool, and their bodys are a mix of clay and fabric over a wire frame.
The sisters are  dressed in  white cotton and lace trim dresses with a white removable cotton bows. They have  little white underskirts and white cotton bloomers over a pair of stripey tights, with a pair of little kick butt brown button up boots.
They also come with a very special secret apron each- which they wear under their dresses when it needs to be hidden or over the top of their clothes when she is on a mission…. the aprons have hoops and ties to fasten on equipment, and large pockets to hold all their tools – they are anti-poacher aprons and are filled with anti-poacher tools such as a skipping rope, bells, nets, a rope with a grappling hook, trip wire, a knife for cutting wire, a metal stick for tripping traps, and a mask.
Freya and Faye grew up in the forest – they know every plant, animal , bird and tree – they are all  family – so when the poachers move in – they secretly set to work to save their friends… as well as their anti-poacher aprons, the sisters also have a little red first aid bag each, with ointments and bandages, these also fit into pockets in the aprons – and a little bottle of skull capped poison each, just in case the poachers won’t get the message and leave. In their hair they wear a flower garland with little bird skulls, to remind them who they are fighting for – and they carry little candles in  jars, covered in a muslin cloth to prevent the moths from getting scorched wings. They are wearing little white lace fingerless gloves on their hands..
Freya and Faye also come with  hooded black cotton capes with black lace trim, and a little black skull bead – to disguise their long red hair when hunting the poachers, and black lace masks.


Each Curious Creature is one of a kind and unique, with a large personality and their own story ….. much like us larger people. They also come with their own unique story, in their own unique hand made book, and a certificate of authenticity.

Freya and Faye are not a child’s toy, as they have small parts and a wire frame inside them – they are meant for us slightly larger people.

 

 

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