Atchum

Atchum

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He belongs to Lutin's series

I was born from a handful of wool of a luminous
laterite's color and some luminous fuchsia color
as well as some needles felting.

I'm 2"1/2 tall, I'm fully jointed with nylon thread.
My eyes are two tiny black onyx beads.
My nose and my claws are embroidered
from a silk thread of pink tonalities.

Atchum is born by a very cold day...
On the other side of the window, the light
of autumn's evaporation, was curled under clouds...
The colors of Atchum wool was a nice confort
to warm up the souls.
Atchum is wearing the colors of certain tropics's sunset,
when the light is just fringing the laterite's earth after the rain.
The light is touching his hair like the brush of a painter could do,
his texture is soft and routh at the same time
Atchum is a little painter, fragile and strong...

I'm living with Judith who adopted me.

	Atchum ......................................................................................H He belongs to Lutin's series I was born from a handful of wool of a luminous laterite's color and some luminous fuchsia color as well as some needles felting. I'm 2"1/2 tall, I'm fully jointed with nylon thread. My eyes are two tiny black onyx beads. My nose and my claws are embroidered from a silk thread of pink tonalities. Atchum is born by a very cold day... On the other side of the window, the light of autumn's evaporation, was curled under clouds... The colors of Atchum wool was a nice confort to warm up the souls. Atchum is wearing the colors of certain tropics's sunset, when the light is just fringing the laterite's earth after the rain. The light is touching his hair like the brush of a painter could do, his texture is soft and routh at the same time Atchum is a little painter, fragile and strong... I'm living with Judith who adopted me.