Lyons Wier Gallery: More beaded wonderment by Jan Huling

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Back in February I blogged about the amazing seed-beaded Munny dolls by Jan Huling.

Popping by Lyons Weir Gallery recently I spotted her latest effort - a violin.


It struck me that this would make the most wonderful prize for a student violin competition - it's Stradivarius on steroids!


To remind you of Janet's original bead-breaking work, here's also a new item in her catalog - a beaded Kewpie doll. I'm just waiting for her to do a beaded Smartcar, then for someone to actually drive it ... or perhaps a beaded bicycle?



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