Monster Kookies

Many of us grew up playing with mounds of plasticine and play-dough. But I never grew out of it. Instead, I traded in the dried and crusty playdough for mountains of polymer clay.

I've always wanted to be an artist! But to everyone else, art was just a hobby and nothing to make a living at. For the longest time I believed them, but one day I just decided not to. And here I am!

My forte is polymer clay. It speaks to me in strange languages. I just smile and nod and have my way with it. Then, POOF! The latest Monster Kookies creation! Blame the clay!

Polymer Clay is a jealous lover. If I am not playing or creating with it, it will haunt me. While I am sleeping, it will send in hoards of my Killer Cupcakes to turn my dreams into nightmares! And if I ignore it for too long, I can hear sobbing from my clay workspace in the night. It really is sensitive, you know.

When I am not wreaking havoc on my imagination and creating all the strange conconctions that it conjures up, I like to write as well.

In fact, I write about polymer clay. I write about my adventures in creating my pieces, but I also write about polymer clay techniques, tips, tricks, and selling. I love to observe and admire, so I often write about my favourite independent artists, as well - the ones after my own heart who have passion and imagination!

Take a look at my blog!
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Many of us grew up playing with mounds of plasticine and play-dough. But I never grew out of it. Instead, I traded in the dried and crusty playdough for mountains of polymer clay.

I've always wanted to be an artist! But to everyone else, art was just a hobby and nothing to make a living at. For the longest time I believed them, but one day I just decided not to. And here I am!

My forte is polymer clay. It speaks to me in strange languages. I just smile and nod and have my way with it. Then,... (read more)