MY SECOND DOLL - CHANTALLE

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The idea of my second doll came to me unexpectedly. I was buying the necessary materials for my first doll Dorothy and while selecting the clay my eye fell upon a chocolate brown pack of "Living Doll" clay. The colour was amazing - bright and rich hue of delicious Swiss chocolate bar. The shop assistant explained to me that this clay was used for the black Afro-American dolls. I felt an amazing thrill as the numerous vivid Afro-American images flashed in my mind - one by one - jazz musicians, black movie stars, fashion models, street dancers and of course... soul singers! 

That tiny piece of brown clay turned a true revelation for me!  At that very moment I literally saw the doll I wanted to make: a sad and tired blues singer diva. Big melancholy eyes, long lashes, heavy eyelids with silver shadows, plump lips and sharp cheekbones. I heard her harsh and deep voice singing a dramatic blues song somewhere in a New Orleans music bar... Sparkling silver electric rays shine through the heavy and smoky air and light up her sad face.  The people are applauding her but she remains indifferent, she is too exhausted by the fans' annoying admiration, men's ambiguous compliments and her own solitude...

I grabbed a pack of brown clay and started sculpturing the head as soon as I got home. Of course, the task turned much more difficult than I expected: the character face with big eyes and wide nostrils was slipping through my fingers... It took me three days to catch the features and the expression I was striving for. 

My blues diva is wearing a long lilac silk dress with violet lace cuffs. The front slit shows us her slim legs in high-heels silver shoes. Silver leather and lilac silk match the lady's dark skin perfectly. She has long hanging earrings and a long necklace; two rings are sparkling on her fingers: one with a diamond and the other - with an amethyst. 

I called my diva Chantalle.  She is holding a microphone in her hands and is singing a sad blues song. Listen to her and enjoy the melancholy melody and the singer's deep sensual voice. 

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Mademoiselle chante le blues

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Mademoiselle boit du rouge

Mademoiselle chante le blues

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Mademoiselle chante le blues

Soyez pas trop jalouses

Mademoiselle boit du rouge

Mademoiselle chante le blues

Elle a du gospel dans la voix et elle y croit

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Mademoiselle chante le blues

Soyez pas trop jalouses

Mademoiselle boit du rouge

Mademoiselle chante le blues