Amber Shaman - standing doll
I was expecting a warrior, but shaman arrived. Not without a battle of roughness and softness inside. Not without tears of an ancient Sea Witch fallen into the sea. He wears a mask like no other - made of amber, passed down from generation to generation. He speaks in the language of ancestors. He talks to them, he calls them in. His antlers, gifted to him by the deer he met emerging from the sea, reach deep into the realm of the divine. Nobody knows exactly how and when he was born, not even himself, but does it really matter? He is here. He sits by the fire where shadows and lights tell heroic stories of the elements of the Earth interacting, creating, destroying. He is music. He is a spectacle. He is a play. Somewhere between this and the other world he sings by he fire at night to heal and release, to make visible what's hidden, to dissolve and deconstruct, to turn into sand what a shaman thinks has to leave it's current form. He is a warrior in those invisible worlds we carry around. He is a wave. He is a glimmer of sunshine.
Made with pieces of real amber. His name is Dzintars (it's Latvian male personal name meaning 'amber'.)
From his feet to the tips of his antlers he is 37cm/14.5” tall. Made of recycled and pre-loved materials and pieces of real Baltic amber. His face is handsculpted. One of a kind amber shaman doll..
I was expecting a warrior, but shaman arrived. Not without a battle of roughness and softness inside. Not without tears of an ancient Sea Witch fallen into the sea. He wears a mask like no other - made of amber, passed down from generation to generation. He speaks in the language of ancestors. He talks to them, he calls them in. His antlers, gifted to him by the deer he met emerging from the sea, reach deep into the realm of the divine. Nobody knows exactly how and when he was born, not even himself, but does it really matter? He is here. He sits by the fire where shadows and lights tell heroic stories of the elements of the Earth interacting, creating, destroying. He is music. He is a spectacle. He is a play. Somewhere between this and the other world he sings by he fire at night to heal and release, to make visible what's hidden, to dissolve and deconstruct, to turn into sand what a shaman thinks has to leave it's current form. He is a warrior in those invisible worlds we carry around. He is a wave. He is a glimmer of sunshine.
Made with pieces of real amber. His name is Dzintars (it's Latvian male personal name meaning 'amber'.)
From his feet to the tips of his antlers he is 37cm/14.5” tall. Made of recycled and pre-loved materials and pieces of real Baltic amber. His face is handsculpted. One of a kind amber shaman doll..
I was expecting a warrior, but shaman arrived. Not without a battle of roughness and softness inside. Not without tears of an ancient Sea Witch fallen into the sea. He wears a mask like no other - made of amber, passed down from generation to generation. He speaks in the language of ancestors. He talks to them, he calls them in. His antlers, gifted to him by the deer he met emerging from the sea, reach deep into the realm of the divine. Nobody knows exactly how and when he was born, not even himself, but does it really matter? He is here. He sits by the fire where shadows and lights tell heroic stories of the elements of the Earth interacting, creating, destroying. He is music. He is a spectacle. He is a play. Somewhere between this and the other world he sings by he fire at night to heal and release, to make visible what's hidden, to dissolve and deconstruct, to turn into sand what a shaman thinks has to leave it's current form. He is a warrior in those invisible worlds we carry around. He is a wave. He is a glimmer of sunshine.
Made with pieces of real amber. His name is Dzintars (it's Latvian male personal name meaning 'amber'.)
From his feet to the tips of his antlers he is 37cm/14.5” tall. Made of recycled and pre-loved materials and pieces of real Baltic amber. His face is handsculpted. One of a kind amber shaman doll..