Jareth Sculpt: Part I

For no discernible reason, while visiting my best friend in La Jolla, I took it into my head to make a sculpey Jareth.  He's my first go at sculpting anything and turned out surprisingly well, though the arms are subpar with the rest of him.  Obviously, the trousers aren't intended for him, but the scarf, which is of hand-dyed silk my friend got at university in Santa Cruz, might stick, costuming-wise.

HORRIBLE ARMS.  However, I'm somewhat proud of his face.  The eyes are cat's eye beads I had kept for ages, doing nothing with, then gave to her this summer and, in typical fashion, proceeded to steal back and use.  However, they contribute to a sort of mutable expression on him so I gues that's all right.

The beads, backstory-wise, are made from his own bone, during his days as a freelance mercenary; he'd broken a bone quite badly and the enemy commander who captured him turned him over to the resident torturer, who threatened to make beads of the protruding bone, to humiliate or intimidate him, whereupon Jareth, who was too mind-numbingly tired to care, cordially invited him to knock himself out.  Preferably literally.

Just a couple shots of the thing standing.  The fact that he actually stands makes me a bit proud, though it's slightly wonky. Wonky's a completely legitimate, dictionary-authenticated word, riiiight?

I made a tiny version of his amulet from the film, of course; there are better shots of that, and the other props, later.

No words can suffice for how fucking much I hate those fucking arms.  My friend has sworn to fix them at some point.

The best that can be said is that his hand does at least sort of hold the crystal.  Sort of.  The more I look at it the more I loathe it. 

And now, on to Part II - the details!