Christmastime 1843, Charles Dickens wrote in A Christmas Carol, “Ebenezer Scrooge, Hard and sharp as flint, secret, and self contained, and solitary as an oyster. The cold within him froze his old features, nipped his pointed nose, shrivelled his cheek, stiffened his gait; made his eyes red, his thin lips blue, and spoke out shrewdly in his grating voice, “bah humbug”. A frosty vapour was on his head, and on his eyebrows and his wiry chin. He carried his own low temperature always about him. He is a tight fisted hand at the grindstone, a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous old sinner. No warmth could warm him, no wintry weather chill him. No wind that blew was bitterer than he.”
Charles Dickens was a master of description, and I have loved his stories from a child, I could always see the characters in my head and longed to be able to materialise them before me in solid form. Scrooge was such a joy to make and the fun I had making him as malevolent as I could was such a captivating assignment. He is 12 inches (30 cm) tall and has Prosculpt polymer clay head, hands and feet, over a wire armature, which allows him to be posed and moved to accentuate his meanness. I could never have him standing tall and proud, he had to be bent low and furtive and his armature allows for many alterations to be made.
My love for Dickens is a passion in my heart and has prompted me to make several characters based on his emotive descriptions. If I can go some way to recreating the joy I feel when reading Dickens, I will feel I have achieved a life long goal. He was the instigator of my imagination as a child, and long may it continue.