Halloween Sale, Needle felt ghost named Bernard, is a wool soft sculpture addition to your home for Halloween tree decor. Felt wool ghosts are super cute decorating a party table or for a spooky themed tree! DIMENSIONS: Bernard is: 7” inches long by 4” inches wide Mini-Boo, a miniature needle felted wool friend of Bernard. See pics for his photo. This mini ghost is: Aprox 3” inches high X 3 “ long X 1.75" wide Both Bernard and Mini-Boo are crafted by hand from 100 percent New Zealand wool roving using the needle felting process. Bernard/Mini-Boo would love to scare you or your friends: *Hang over a doorway *Use as Halloween tree decor *Hang your soft sculpture from a cob webbed chandelier *Hang your felt ghost at work to celebrate the spooky season *Hang your wool ornament from any where that might be spooky or in need of Halloween decoration. WHAT IS NEEDLE FELTING? Needle felting is similar to sculpture however, instead of using clay as material, wool roving is used. The felt is poked with a barbed (very sharp!) needle and bit by bit the soft sculpture takes shape. I sculpt all needle felted ghosts by eye and use small pieces of wool to form and shape the felt ghost as I go as though the wool were clay. Although this process takes time, but needle felting is so much fun, and very relaxing. SHIPPING: All packages are shipped carefully inside a hard box by Us Post, First Class mail. Artwork in TheNightjar shop -all made by hand by myself, Tarra Lyons, in my Northern California art studio. Happy Halloween and thanks for looking!
Virgin and Child with Angels (Detail), c.1620. By Bartolomeo Cavarozzi
A handmade A7 print of a sheet ghost with a crown. A simple print based on some old doodles I did back in 2019 consisting of sheet ghosts with many different hats, a crown being the simplist and the most reoccurring in my notebooks.
A tiny monotype print with colored pencil, of a cat dozing, and a few links to monotype artists online, and a Monotype Facebook Group.
Artist Kendal Murray builds miniature mixed-media sculptures that take viewers on a playful and imaginative journey. Using tiny toy figures and objects,
Tiny ghosts roam through Victorian-style dollhouses with gravestone gardens, cushy furniture, and gilded frames holding family photos.
Detail of 1/6th set. Foam core, plastic, tile, bass and balsa wood, stain, paint, plexi, decals, wax, found objects, webbing spray.
It's been six months since Mommy made me start working at Frank's Hideaway. I don't cry in the car on the way to the bar anymore. I don't care. I don't care about anything anymore. I take a lot a Ecstasy and I let the men at that bar buy me Cosmos and shots. I'm too young to drink, but nobody cares. Tonight I'm wearing a sparkly red dress. It's very short and very clingy. The men really like me when I dress like this. Mommy has bought me a lot of sexy new dresses recently. Mommy is really happy. She has a new BMW and lots of new jewelry and even a mink coat. But she wasn't so happy when I first started at Frank's Hideaway. I still remember my first night at the bar. After being fucked by Manny at my "audition", Mommy was really mad at me for screaming so much while Manny raped me. She told me that I better learn to "shut the fuck up!" After Manny was done with me, she told me to get myself cleaned up and that she would be back before the bar opened. I did as she told me. I went to the ladies room and brushed my teeth and tried to clean myself up as best I could. I fixed my make-up and returned to the bar. A few minutes later, Mommy returned to the bar and handed a package to Frank who was already behind the bar getting ready for the first customers to arrive. Mommy handed me a couple of Valiums and told me to take them. She said to me, in a very threatening way, that I better not mess up tonight. She said that we were very lucky that Frank was letting me work there. At a few minutes before 9:00, Mommy positioned me on a stool and again told me to do everything Frank told me and to, "...for God's sake, stop your God damn screaming!" Mommy said she would return at the end of the night and with that Mommy was gone. The bar was very quiet. There were two other bar girls -- real girls -- positioned on other stools at the bar. They were talking to each other and laughing and pointing at me. I would learn that the other bar girls would never be nice to me. The bar opened at 9:00 and the men started pouring in. After a few minutes, men started to gather around me. It wasn't long before I started to feel some hands grabbing my ass while some other hands started to brush against my shoulders, my legs.... At 10:00, I was told to escort my first "date" of the night into the back. I was terrified but I knew I had better do my best to cooperate. My "date" was an older man, mostly bald, sort of fat. He smelled like cigarettes. He threw an arm around my shoulders while we walked to the back. Once in my cubicle, he pulled down his pants and he said, "Come on baby, let's go!" I hesitated, not sure what he wanted me to do. "Come on!" he shouted. "I only get 25 minutes! Get going!" His face was getting red and I could tell he was sort of drunk and getting pretty angry. I figured he wanted a blow job, so I quickly got on my knees. He fished his cock out of his underpants and jammed it into my face. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth... And that scene repeated itself all night long. Man after man, cock after cock...I worked hard to make each man cum as fast as I could. I knew I would be in trouble if I failed to make any customers cum in the 25 minutes they paid for. I would rush to the ladies room in between each date and try my best to clean up in the five minutes allowed. And then my 12:30 "date" wanted something different. He wanted to fuck my ass. "Get over here, bitch," he said. "Frank said you have a problem with making too much noise, so he gave me this." He was holding the package that Mommy had handed Frank just before the bar opened. My "date" reached into the package and pulled out a ball gag. "Get over here and open your mouth." I did as he ordered and he fastened the ball gag tightly around my head. "There," he said, "now you're ready." He grabbed my panties and yanked them down and pushed me over the arm of the couch. With my bottom stuck up in the air, my "date" rammed his hard dick in to me hard. I tried to scream in pain, but with the gag in my mouth all that came out was a muffled moan. "Oh yeah," he said, "you like that, don't you baby!" He continued to bang away at me until he came, all the while I screamed in near silence through my gag. And the night -- and every Friday and Saturday night since -- continued like that until 3:30 in the morning.
B l a c k m a g i c Mycena subcana and Xeromphalina campanella decomposing a conifer stump in Ordeson-Todd Woods. -Mike Potts-'s photos on Flickriver
There is a creepy ghost town in Utah that has quite a frightening history. Are you brave enough to visit Latuda, Utah?
A blog about Halloween and spooky art for people who like to shop.
1. A different sort of Spiderman Pictures were taken in an abandoned five-story building on the outskirts of Samara in Russia. In one of the apartments, holes were made in the walls, through which the artist was able to secure his boards. Find the artist’s Instagram account here. 2. The Mechanical Turk In the 18th century,…
After ten years as a musician and singer the writer and photographer Thibaut Derien was tired of living in the city.
kazuscara | A Ghost of a Memory (1/?) also hbday scara <3 #GenshinImpact #scaramouche #wanderer #放浪者生誕祭2023 #Kazuha
When you see funny and weird pictures depicting an improbable scenario, lousy acting, and that peculiar editing style, you can instantly tell that they are stock images. Cue: ridiculous stock photos.
