When I made my first devil a couple years ago, I thought "who would even buy this?" I grew up in a household where "the devil" was something you feared and dare not speak his name. But it was that taboo that made the idea of a guy in a red suit (or is that his skin?) and a pitch fork all the more interesting. I've actually had a customer at show comment that it was wrong to glorify "the devil." The fellows I make do not represent the ambassador of evil, but more of a playful, mischievous side that I believe is in every one of us.
Here's a peak at my latest mischief maker - and most likely the last I will have time to make for this season. He's a rolly polly fellow, approx. 11" high. Hand-sculpted from papier-maché and paper clay. With that grin on his face, you just know he's up to no good!