Lately I have been finding that I have bears on the brain. I’ve heard it described as an addiction, as a fever, as being bitten by the bear bug, but I don’t think it’s that bad. Yet. My bear brain is a bit different from others’ in that I want to create teddy bears instead of collect them (though there are some gorgeous artist bears out there who would really love to come home and live with me someday, I just know it!).
I want to go down to the basement and open the big plastic bins of fur and lay them out on the carpet, run my hands through them, segment them into colors and fur lengths, take a photo of some of them in lovely combinations of color… Maybe it’s fur fever.
I’ve been looking at some of the teddy bear magazines I managed to hang onto during our weeding-out-and-throwing-away-anything-that-might-weigh-a-lot phase when we were moving from Seattle to Colorado. They inspire me with their pages of bears of the antique, traditional, character, anime, tiny, large, fluffy, and barely-covered-in-fur ilk. I have design ideas running around in my brain: a bigger bear with a nice plumpness to his body and a broad face with full cheeks, a little miss in pink with gingham check frills and kind eyes… Maybe it’s design derangement.
I’ve been wanting to dive in and write all about bears, home, cooking, creating–in short, I want to tell you, dear reader, all that goes on in the Crew studio… Maybe it’s writing weakness.
I am hampered still by the time factor: there seems to be no time in my days right now to make bears. I’m hoping it’ll happen when I can organize a space for my supplies. I’m hoping it’ll happen when my husband’s job calms down a bit. I’m hoping it’ll happen when I get more organized in my life outside my full-time job, including laundry, cooking, cleaning, the usual. My ideas need to come out in some way, and hopefully it’ll be soon… Maybe I’m suffering from creative consumption.
Fueling the fire has been my by-now-frequent trips to Teddy Talk. I dropped out of the TT world for a while because I wasn’t making bears and was needing to focus on other things; life has a way of intervening. And that’s not to say that life intervening was bad, not at all! But I’m hopeful that I can get back to art, to creativity. We’ll see.
So I thought I would share a bear with you. This is Phineas, one of my very early bears (circa 1998). He is named after P.T. Barnum, hence the circus theme. Some bits of trivia: my husband painted his stand (it’s a terra cotta flower pot!). I plucked each piece of blue mohair out of Phineas’s face so the yellow fabric backing would show. Oh, and he has a tail!

And thank you for listening to my fevered ramblings!