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I have sketched in the Garden of the Gods
at Colorado, and built many a faerie house in the Cathedral
Woods of Monhegan Island, Maine. I attended the High school
for the Performing and Visual Arts in Houston, and was also
a Sharpe Scholar. Then I went on to study at the Cooper Union
for the Advancement of Science and Art in Manhattan. Even
in the city I could always find the flowers growing in the
cracks of the sidewalk.
I have received many awards and scholarships,
and my work has been shown in Houston, Austin, Colorado Springs,
New York City, Kansas City, and in online galleries as well.
I want to share my vision of the world as
I see it, so please enjoy my website of postcards from my
FaerieLand.
aimi@aimisfaerieland.com
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For the Love of Dolls
 When
I was a little girl, my dolls were my very best friends.
They were so special to me, so necessary. I could tell them
anything and they were always there to listen. I aspired
to be as classy and sassy as my Vogue fashion doll, with
her smart black velvet dress suit and impossibly high heeled
shoes. She had long slender limbs and the loveliest hands.
Her heavy eyelids glistened with steel grey eye shadow and
thick dark lashes. Her red heart of a mouth curled ever
so slightly about the edges. She was my worldly friend who
loved having fancy tea parties. Because her eyes were painted
and remained open, she sat watch over me at night from her
perch atop my dresser.
 Another
doll I simply adored was called Sweet Memory, a young child
with the most beautiful face. I marveled at her blue glass
eyes which rolled open and shut, and the graceful pose of
her chubby plastic fingers. Her eyes looked almost sad, and
her lips were full pouty pink rosebuds. Her head sat a bit
cocked to one side, and she looked so lonely that I couldn’t
resist taking her everywhere. I brushed and braided her hair
into a frightful shock of blonde frizz, but I loved her just
the same. When my friends took a black marker to her legs
and also ripped her knee, I doctored her up. She was my most
well loved doll ever, and she certainly looked it, too.
When I played with my Barbies, my favorite
thing to do was drape them in fancy scraps of fabric and ribbon
from my mother’s sewing box. I would run my finger over
the curve of her tiny foot and wonder how someone could make
something as perfect as a Barbie. I studied all my dolls trying
to figure out how they were produced.
In my teen years my family began making elves
and angels from polymer clay for our Christmas trees. I picked
up the Sculpey again years later, and made some faerie dolls
with moveable arms and legs for my friend’s little girl.
Unfortunately, they broke when played with. Since adults seemed
to like them as much as children, I decided to make even more
sculptures of faeries. I drew upon all my fondest memories
of my favorite dolls from my childhood and took great pleasure
in creating a collection of one-of-a-kind-faerie sculpts with
pretty doll faces. They are comforting companions, as much
my friends as my dolls were, and very hard to part with when
I sell them. But I am also glad that they will go off to warm
another’s heart, and that I can share my love of dolls
with so many others.
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