Marzipan Nativity for Christmas

The barn. Fresh moss stolen from Kew Gardens and the rest of it (the bit missing, filled later) came from Northolt Cemetary and Manor park. Now, don't try to put marzipan people on wet, or even damp, moss, because they won't last long, and I realised that soon enough fortunately, so did dry the moss with lights before putting them up. It took about 3 days to be completely dry!

The marzipan people, Barry did a couple of them and Gregory one later also. Shall I say the ones Barry Did? He did my sister praying as an angel and... But hold on a minute, what is this chicken doing in the cot? Where's Baby Jesus?Maybe he has not been made yet. Here is Yves in the middleand a beautiful HOrse from the barn (we don't want donkeys, they are bothered animals)
I forgot, the one crawling on the floor holding my grand'mother's nose is me when I was little.

This is Therese, my sister-in-law. She has a beautiful dress and a beautiful hairstyle. To her right is Marlene, my other brother's wife, equally as beautiful. The egyptian man behind is somehow Damien, who created himself as this; has he had an Egyptian past life in which he has done a bit of crap? I don't know. But he likes to be Egyptian.

The nativity set!!! Oh, but Jesus is definitely not about. Instead of him, is Baby Chicken!! A superb CHicken god who should be the god anyway, because chickens are divine creatures. This set symbolises all my life. Past family, friends and even... Ex-troubles! A horse is walking in on the left, he has been mended kindly by Barry as he had broken his legs. Who are those horrors on the roof and who are those wonderful people inside the cribst crypt?

Baby CHicken and ...OH. Is this Terry, praying away and having found FAITH in a higher intelligence at last? Yes, he has found the Intelligence in the chicken Kingdom. Everyone is coming to praise this beautiful monster Chicken. At the far left is Gregory's oeuvre d'art, it was a person at first who was meant to represent God, but then he destroyed it and made it into a Buddah. A big fat buddah? I think that is what Gregory think of himself, he is an overweight and grossely fat sitting on his bum buddahtype who spends his time creating! Well, we all make art and art represents us...So this is definitely Gregory!! hihi.
And the Terry praying... well, is absolutely divine too but hasn't a buddah quality to it. THank god for that.

This is Laika. My favourite dog, from the past. She comes and guards the Nativity people from horrible monsters hanging about on the roofs of the barn. But who are those monsters? TO be found out later! (they are not that important anyway. But the fact I keep talking about them is representative of my mind state, I have been focussing on negative things a lot, this year, making them into real traumas. I need to think more of happy things like ChickenGods.)

Damien, his wife and children, and to the right my grandmother who was hunched, who is looking at Florian doing silly things, like she would do, bend down and look at the child and smile at it. Damien liked to pester her a lot, like most members of the family did, me included. We are no saints, but she probably was one. As well as my mother who was very saintly of course, not because she was my mother but because she was a gentle and wonderful creature who always gave and took nothing, in fact I am trying to learn to not be like her and be a bit more devil like - learn to receive and give myself time. She has the dress with the ribbon, she was very happy I made such effort on her dress, she had said a bag would suit her fine but I thought she deserved a nice dress once in her time. She sort of has wings. Near her to her right is her father.At the very back is the angel who was guarding the gingerbread house last xmas and survived till today,e veryone else was decluttered from that set.

Now you can see my mother Monique closer, to her right her Dad who was a very mischievious person with a moustache and well dressed and to her left her twisted mother, but who is a very nice person even though she may not have loved my mother much as a child and made her feel useless and worthless. But it is between them, nothing to do with me, except I took on a lot of her "worthlessness". Behind her mother is my Dad with a removable hat which is so removable it keeps falling down! He is the only one with the arms out, to symbolize the fact he was never able to be warmly emotional and loving towards people, and would never hug anyone. He needs to catch up so he is now. (he is still alive, unlike my mother and her parents). Behind my Mum is Robert with Wings and part of his soul reconnecting with him, hence the wings. To his right is Barry with big wings too, the two of them are not super pretty because they were the first ones to be made and I had not made my hand yet. Behind my dad is this strange person drawn with a pen that represents everyone that isn't represented on here that I love, like uncle Jean-Claude, Uncle Jean, Jean-Paul, Mille, Myron, Richard, Paul, etc, friends and mainly males. THere is not one for the females, but then I am not close to any girl at all, which is bloody annoying. Ah, I forgot Carole but we are still on the way to become good communicative friends, I am not communicating that well with her yet even though she is lovely and I feel very comfortable around her now, and feel all warm as I am writing this! Hello Carole dear xxx

My Grandmother trying to speak to the little one that doesn't give a damn and just wants to play boys games, like war and fighting and things. Boys, are they not all so primitive and unevolved!!?? huuuuh

This is my brother Jean and his family, Marlene, Alexia, and Frank. He is a pilot so he has his flashy outfit on and he can't see a thing with his sunglasses but it doesn't matter as he can fly the Mirage. The cow represents Soussis and what isn't there anymore (or wont be for long if there is still one) The past. Etc. I won't go on about that...

This to the right is me, Mattias, Barry and Robert, and a treasure that we are about to find out together. Grandfather is looking very cheeky.

Oh, who have we forgotten here to the side! Those wonderful and beautiful, kind and genergous creatures are two of my aunts, not to be named. One has the moss hanging over her and looks very much like an Egyptian icon. The other one looks rather mythological and prehistorical. But she gives her paw out and always makes people laugh. Is she that harmless? I am not sure. Not sure she had a fulfilling life. But anyway, they are them. The other aunts were not represented as I had enough of making ancestors and bloody family with this marzipan which I was eating as I was doing it. They also have not been very present in my life, so they don't need to be represented. In front of Egyptian Goddess is Yves, my other brother, who looks very much like a Judge or something Law-al, very big and influencial. Again, is this a past life of his when he was big and powerful and a little bit...Heartless to people's emotions? Near him is Claire praying. Barry was lovely to her. I am glad he did her because I didn't know how to make her.

Look at the horror on the roof! This was such a difficult year that my nightmares, or at least, the most prevalent ones, had to be represented. To the left is some very funny transvestite dressed up as a Spanish Frou Frou, with feather boa, MK from Craniosacral therapy. He deserved that. To the right are Ex boyfriends (who weren't boyfriends at all in fact) who will recognize themselves. The Snowman, a strange 2 legged chicken who looks a bit like a frog, and a poor powerless monster to the right with the face punched in. They will not be named and are not in any order. Poor them, having to deal with me all this time. I am glad I am not there anymore... What silly mistakes do we make in life. Well, shall I say it was experience and it taught me to not trust people who make promises.
In the middle is someone's soul that Barry insisted should be in the set. Protecting it all from going crisisy. You can see Mr Fat Buddah a bit better too.

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Laika-Foxy.