At its core, it’s an antique candy jar, the kind that once sat on a counter quietly doing the hard work of temptation. Somewhere along the way, it was reinvented with a wonderfully naive hand, transforming it into a small, sculptural figure that now reads as folk art more than shopware.
The form is tall and gently tapered, with a twisted lower body that gives it a subtle sense of movement. The upper portion has been painted into a human figure, arms folded up toward the chest in a posture that feels shy or simply prayerful. The face is where the real personality lives. Softly rounded features, pale blue eyes that wander just a bit, and red lips worn thin by time. The paint is chipped, scuffed, and thinned in all the right places, letting earlier layers peek through like memories.
The palette is earthy and unexpected. Muted teal and blue along the body, dotted with small red marks that feel almost accidental, paired with warm flesh tones up top. The lid sits like a little hat, its surface darkened and crusted from decades of handling. Inside, the jar is filled with sand, giving it a satisfying weight and a sense of finality.
At its core, it’s an antique candy jar, the kind that once sat on a counter quietly doing the hard work of temptation. Somewhere along the way, it was reinvented with a wonderfully naive hand, transforming it into a small, sculptural figure that now reads as folk art more than shopware.
The form is tall and gently tapered, with a twisted lower body that gives it a subtle sense of movement. The upper portion has been painted into a human figure, arms folded up toward the chest in a posture that feels shy or simply prayerful. The face is where the real personality lives. Softly rounded features, pale blue eyes that wander just a bit, and red lips worn thin by time. The paint is chipped, scuffed, and thinned in all the right places, letting earlier layers peek through like memories.
The palette is earthy and unexpected. Muted teal and blue along the body, dotted with small red marks that feel almost accidental, paired with warm flesh tones up top. The lid sits like a little hat, its surface darkened and crusted from decades of handling. Inside, the jar is filled with sand, giving it a satisfying weight and a sense of finality.
