Genevieve of Greenland Glacier

Posted on May 5, 2025 by AM Roselli

Well, Genevieve of Greenland Glacier, aka ‘Cloven’ is finally done. Thanks to the suggestion of my beautiful daughter (we have children to steal their youthful ideas) I used silk flowers rather than sculpting leaves. I flew in the butterflies for scale.

Genevieve is a woodland nymph who lives among the birch trees in Qinngua Valley. She is shy, loving and kind. She will remain hidden until earth’s bipedal ‘thinking’ inhabitants (& this planet’s supposed guardians) master the art of PEACE.

Genevieve of Greenland Glacier is sculpt #8 for me. At first, I’d given Genevieve a much different paint scheme which turned out horrid (I teared up a little). I thought perhaps a green coat might suit this timid dear girl. Much better. Phew! And what fun creating her mini-ornamentation.

Each new sculpt lobs its own unique challenges – disasters that I either fail or face as I continue on with this clay infatuation. ..

Here’s to us moving forward together…

Thank you

am:)

The Loveland Frogman

Posted on April 18, 2025 by AM Roselli

This cryptid sculpt is the Loveland Frogman. I created collages of a few cryptid/creature illustrations for the UFO Fair (loads of outrageous fun- JUNE 7th – Pine Bush, NY).

My husband, Keith, requested the Frogman collage (orange bkgd painting shown) to hang over his desk. Now, as I’ve crashed into sculpting, he requested a Frogman sculpt to live as a silent desk-partner. I’m glad he asked for this critter. The Frogman was great fun to make.

Have a wonderful weekendI hope you’re managing through the madness.
For those who celebrate the day – Hoppy Easter!

Digi Lann

Posted on April 11, 2025 by AM Roselli

but you can call her Alice. I based Alice on an illustration I created a few years back. It was challenging and quite liberating breaking this alien-mermaid out of her 2D paper-prison.

Diggi Lann, or Alice, as we affectionately call her here in Pine Bush, NY, home to northeast alien abductions and encounters, is a loving soul…❤️

The element of water mesmerizes those in its sight, extraterrestrials strive for knowledge and community, together, these two wield the awesome power of PEACE.☮️

hope you’re all managing along
am🌎

Grieving Woman in Clay

Posted on January 31, 2025 by AM Roselli

II did this sculpture at 17 years of age. It was the only one, of four sculptures, to return home without crumbling. Sadly, she did eventually break apart. I never gave her the fighting chance she’d deserved.

I wasn’t interested in school. It was difficult for me to take direction from anyone. I was one of those perpetual daydreamers. Perhaps, if I’d listened to my art teacher, my sculptures would’ve survived.

The image shown here I call Grieving Woman in Clay. She was about two feet long. To this day, her image remains in my studio. The loss of her long ago, is what prompted my return to clay 44 years later…

I hope you’re all managing with this weather.
am:)

“A Christmas Far More Glorious Than Grand”

Posted on December 24, 2024 by AM Roselli

One of my favorite holiday shows is Mr. Magoo’s Christmas Carol (1962). I adore the soundtrack and belt out the songs (much to the chagrin of my family) every December.

“…We can’t afford to have a hen
We will some day I vow
So I suggest you dream of then
and prize what we have now…”
— Mr. Magoo’s Christmas Carol

I recently jumped into sculpture and began my adventure using air-dry clay (lots of muss, but no heating element needed). I’ve asked Santa for polymer clay (bakes in standard kitchen oven). One can achieve much higher levels of detail with polymer clay.

The werewolf sculpt above was created with air-dry clay. I learned 1,000 ways how not to sculpt with this first bulky attempt.

A merry, merry to all who celebrate.
Warm wonderful days to all!🌲
Stay safe
am:)

is the end something we see

Posted on March 17, 2015 by AM Roselli

is the end something we see
something we fall into
like a dreamless night
do we fight the conclusion
papering the wall with shadows
is parting a just expense
our breaths used
some squandered
or salvaged for scraps
is the end something we see
hearing transient star light
blinding white silences
preemptive acceptance
of unseen faith
ushering ever onward
back to our beginnings