So I am a huge horror nut. I like to think I'm bordering on the verge of being a horror nerd, but it's debatable. I love the whole spectrum of horror - from 80s slashers, creature features, supernatural, alien B movies, torture porn - bring them on.
For a long time, I kept my toy-making and my love of the sick and twisted pretty far apart. I didn't think people would appreciate knowing that their new little possession was made along to the screams of forgettable female extras in their twenties. This changed when a friend of mine suggested I have a go at making cursed toys. What 'cursed' toys entails is a mystery I'm not willing to Scooby Do, but I really loved the idea of making horror toys - something still cute and appealing but with a tongue in cheek humour and demented aesthetic that horror fans love.
But where would I sell these one off little oddballs? A little bit of research and...
Now in its second year of trading, I found and got in contact with Horrorcon in Sheffield, and was very pleased to sign up with the creators. The next stage was me locked away in my studio drawing and designing my prototypes - whittling down a long list of crazy ideas to a handful of strong visual ideas and concepts. As soon as I finished at Strawberry Fair, it was all hands on deck to amp up for Horrorcon.
Due to a very tight constraint on time, I didn't manage to get any decent photos of most of my creations before or during the convention. I have a handful of my stall, and a few hundred of the people and cosplayers we met and interacted with. I will be taking some decent high quality photos of my creations for a later post, and detailing the work that went into each one to create completely unique and horrifying little critters.
I don't think it would be an exaggeration to say that the weekend I spent trading at Horrorcon was a highlight of 2016 for me. I met so many lovely, funny and talented people who all shared my obsession with fake blood and serial killers, and the community spirit was exciting and euphoric. Running up to the convention, I was on high energy output for a solid two weeks of making and 14 hour days of sewing - and then I got there and my energy only increased somehow. I was up and down like a rabbit, taking pictures, talking to people, laughing with killer clowns and cuddling up to demonic costumes and cosplayers - it's not a surprise that I spent the first few days back at home completely drained!
Like I said before, I didn't get a whole lot of photos of my wares [the lighting in the convention hall was a little tricky, with bulbs glaring from every angle] but I still have a lot of terrifying technicolour memories!
I can't wait for next year! I'm already planning how to take everything to the next level! Now I don't just want to make the stuff of dreams, I want to make the stuff of nightmares...
And with that, Khaos the Klown and I bid thee goodnight, and sweet dreams!