OOAK Art doll ELEANOR, The Bloody Bride, handmade, art doll, victorian doll, gothic doll, sad doll, sculpted, wedding dress, bride, unique #dollvictoriandressstyles
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OOAK Art doll ELEANOR, The Bloody Bride, handmade, art doll, victorian doll, gothic doll, sad doll, sculpted, wedding dress, bride, unique #dollvictoriandressstyles



OOAK Art doll ELEANOR The Bloody Bride handmade art by animaXmanus

William was an incurable romantic, a poet who could weave his thoughts and emotions in an amazingly vivid style. His anthologies on the perils and torment of true love created a cult following, which unfortunately could not earn him his daily bread. He could not hold a steady job, as his fragile character would isolate him from his colleagues. His only thought was Eleanor, a young woman he occasionally came across at Sunday church. It was as if he was born in love with her… She was a girl like any other of her age, dreaming of a great love adventure, influenced by the works of the Romantics. Poetry was a secret place where she could escape and walk on the paths of the writer’s imagination. Unbeknown to her, one of her favorite poets was William, who published his works under an alias. A leather bound book held all his poems, a silent companion to her lonely moments. Harold was a son of a banker. A very charming aristocratic appearance, educated in the best schools, he exhibited confidence, while in reality he was a shallow colorless personality driven only by success and cynical ambition. In Victorian times, a walk in Covent Garden or a visit at the theater would be a thrilling experience for the lower classes. Eleanor was impressed by the grandiose and lavish appearance of the buildings, the elegance of high class attire. There it was that she first laid her eyes upon Harold. Strangely, he took notice of Eleanor, not a common attitude of the times. He approached her using all the charm of a noble upbringing. Only in poetry she could find such an experience, or so she thought… William kept attending Sunday church, cherishing every word that he could exchange with Eleanor. Only now she spoke continuously about a man, so perfect, like a hero from a poem. He listened patiently, hoping for a brief pause, so he could change the subject, but to no avail. Dark thoughts turned his poetry from love to terror, a terror of an ideal love that he was doomed to live in his mind. A mind which bled ink in the shape of terrible words and gave shape to a nightmare. Eleanor did not realize that she was a novelty to Harold, a new exciting game with a beautiful face and unquestionable devotion. Gradually, her simple but straightforward manners caused Harold to surprisingly admit to himself that he had real feelings for her. William was informed, to his dismay, by some of his fellow church members, that Eleanor was going to get married with Harold. A mixture of rage and weakness overcame him. His imagination evoked dark images of vengeful demons from the Gothic masters of the past, as companions to an end worthy of mention by the Damned poets. The wedding ceremony was prepared with attention to every little detail. The guests were arriving in carriages, dressed accordingly and in a festive mood. Harold and his peers had orchestrated the whole procession with military precision. Everything was ready for Eleanor’s arrival. William was standing in the church yard, pretending to tend the rose bushes. No one could see the fire in his gaze, the stern look on his face. A man whose logic gave up in the face of extreme emotional turmoil… Eleanor arrived among cheers and jubilation. She started walking towards Harold, smiling and content. Soon they were to enter a union under God. A single gunshot was heard and Eleanor dropped dead. There was silence and all turned round to look at William, with a gun in hand, who by now was weeping over Eleanor’s body. “You can hate me in eternity, as death will bring us together”, he cried, and took his own life. She is made of paperclay, viscose, chiffon and silk fabrics of finest quality, hand-embroidered beaded tulle skirt (front), cotton lace, wire armature, oil pastels, acrylics and soft black tibetan lamb hair. Her eyes are glass. She is one-of-a-kind, collectible art doll, 100% handmade and no moulds were used. She is painted with oil pastels and acrylics and sealed with matte and gloss varnish. Her dress and shoes are not removable, while her arms and legs are poseable. Eleanor is approximately 50 cm (19.6 inches) tall. She cannot stand on her own without a doll stand (not included). Her bridal tiara, also handmade by me, is included and can be removed. All of my art dolls are hand-sculpted, made out of of air-drying clay, paperclay or polymer clay over a foil armature. Each one of them will be shipped to you with her own Certificate of Authenticity and a special leaflet with her picture, name and story. Also, each one of my dolls is one of a kind and there is no possibility of re-creating them. Once they dry, they are sanded thoroughly before being painted with acrylics and/or oil pastels and sealed with matte and/or gloss varnish. Clothes and shoes are not removable. Do not brush or pull hair. These art dolls are destined for displaying or decorating purposes, they are not a toy. Do handle them with extreme care, as they are delicate. Shipping worldwide is available (Registered Mail). You can calculate expected time of arrival from the shipping date. For worldwide shipping: please allow at least 7-10 business days from shipping date. Every art doll is carefully wrapped into a hard and steady box to ensure her safe journey! If there is a variation in shipping cost, I will calculate and issue a refund with the difference in the amount. Please, do not hesitate to contact me for any questions or further information. Thank you for visiting. :)

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