Hi
I am Doctor Superhelga, aka Marte.
Feel free to contact me at [email protected]
I live and works in a old rusty spaceship covered with a knitted wool cozy. The cozy and the interior makes the space ship very heavy, so it is mostly hovering over northern Manhattan. In the evenings I usually climb down to earth to spend time with my beloved family in Washington Heights.
I used to be a theater designer, working out from my space ship.
One day Snutetute and Raslerolf invaded my levitating studio. They came from out of space, and started reproducing rapidly. Now their offspring live happily everywhere in my spaceship. I say happily, because they are indeed incredibly exited and jump around squeaking and rattling all day, so I often need to wear hearing protection. Whenever they hear a baby coo or cry, they go bananas. Its always a relief when one of them finds a new home with a new little person. Anyways. These guys adore human babies and make great companion for them. They don't even mind being drooled all over.
Inspired by Snutetute and Raslerolf I tried to make more little creatures. I’m not a great biologist, but I’m very inventive with putting stuff together, and know a little magic, so I do it the way I know best, I made some fabulously noisy crochet machines.
They were a little dangerous. Crochet my hair up in a knot, made tea cozies out of my socks , so I build closets around them to keep them contained.
The closets however attracted naughty little monsters. Once we had a really big, bad one that almost burst the spaceship and ate some assistants, but he got scared by all the cuteness of the Rattleraslers. Honestly, I have no idea what’s going on in there anymore, but what the machine spits I like. Weird little creatures. Sweet and a little naughty.
I'd like to have them around, but it gets very crowded. And they keep chewing on my shoelaces. Sometimes the machine doesn’t finish the creatures, and just makes heads. These become wall trophies. They are like plants. Happily hanging there on the wall. Exited to be around humans and check out what’s going on.
The creatures are all raised on a diet of hypoallergenic polyester filling before I let them out in the world. This to make they are very safe for little babies to nibble on.
If you are an owner of a Doctor Superhelga creature. We would love a pic of it with its new human companion, or/and in its new habitat, please mail it to us!
I am Doctor Superhelga, aka Marte.
Feel free to contact me at [email protected]
I live and works in a old rusty spaceship covered with a knitted wool cozy. The cozy and the interior makes the space ship very heavy, so it is mostly hovering over northern Manhattan. In the evenings I usually climb down to earth to spend time with my beloved family in Washington Heights.
I used to be a theater designer, working out from my space ship.
One day Snutetute and Raslerolf invaded my levitating studio. They came from out of space, and started reproducing rapidly. Now their offspring live happily everywhere in my spaceship. I say happily, because they are indeed incredibly exited and jump around squeaking and rattling all day, so I often need to wear hearing protection. Whenever they hear a baby coo or cry, they go bananas. Its always a relief when one of them finds a new home with a new little person. Anyways. These guys adore human babies and make great companion for them. They don't even mind being drooled all over.
Inspired by Snutetute and Raslerolf I tried to make more little creatures. I’m not a great biologist, but I’m very inventive with putting stuff together, and know a little magic, so I do it the way I know best, I made some fabulously noisy crochet machines.
They were a little dangerous. Crochet my hair up in a knot, made tea cozies out of my socks , so I build closets around them to keep them contained.
The closets however attracted naughty little monsters. Once we had a really big, bad one that almost burst the spaceship and ate some assistants, but he got scared by all the cuteness of the Rattleraslers. Honestly, I have no idea what’s going on in there anymore, but what the machine spits I like. Weird little creatures. Sweet and a little naughty.
I'd like to have them around, but it gets very crowded. And they keep chewing on my shoelaces. Sometimes the machine doesn’t finish the creatures, and just makes heads. These become wall trophies. They are like plants. Happily hanging there on the wall. Exited to be around humans and check out what’s going on.
The creatures are all raised on a diet of hypoallergenic polyester filling before I let them out in the world. This to make they are very safe for little babies to nibble on.
If you are an owner of a Doctor Superhelga creature. We would love a pic of it with its new human companion, or/and in its new habitat, please mail it to us!