Me and my doll
Acrylic on wood panel 8" x 8"
My doll, Diana. She really was as tall as she looks here, quite beautiful in a kind of "don't mess my hair and my dress up" sort of way. Look at my body language. I knew my place. She was the first walkie-talkie doll anyone in my school had ever seen or heard of. My uncle who was in the Merchant Navy, brought her back from the Far East - Hong Kong or Singapore, not sure which. I don't know what happened to her but she isn't around any more. She probably got a top job at the European Commission in Brussels and just packed her bags and left one day.
Technical point: I am addicted to scumbling in acrylics, building up the layers; it's a magical way to work.
(By the way this is number 7 in the "Not the Sheila I know" series).

