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LOTS more photos of Ignis can be seen at:

Character Dimensions in Inches: 4.5 x 5 x 5.5

You've got to be brave to go visit an abandoned Jack O'Lantern like Ignis. The spooky eyed, grinning creature is daunting enough, but the travel makes it doubly goosebumpy.
Only at night will Ignis accept visitors, and only those who dare travel though the thickest woods that bar the way. Through brambles and slithery vines, crunching through frosty leaves that scatter the ground, their decaying numbers seeming to obscure any footprints you might otherwise leave behind.
Skeletal branches drag at your hair and clothes and you have to resist the urge to scream, or worse run. The last thing you need is to smack face first into a tree or stumble ahead, screeching, making all the creepy crawlies of a night time forest aware of your presence.
Ignis Fatuus doesn't actually live in the woods, as far as I can tell, but rather in a clearing where a swamp fights against the dense overgrowth of trees. Clearing a space for itself, a slow duel between stagnant waters and rotting stubborn branches. Neither force of nature will give, not the forest or the swamp so there they stand, stalemated for eternity with neither wood nor water giving up. This is where Ignis makes his home.
When ever I visit Ignis, I only go on nights with full moons. Ignis doesn't like flashlights, I don't like carrying torches into woods so we compromise. I shake in my boots and stumble half blind through the trees with only silvery cold moonlight to guide me and Ignis...well...I compromise.
When I near the clearing silverly light seems to glow just beyond the trees. That's how I know I'm close, the moonlight pours down into the swampy clearing and reflects back off the slick, slimy surface of the waters. While no where near daylight it's a welcome sight after the darkness of the trees.
The scent of mud and rotting things, of dead leaves and wet is something I've grown used to. I asked Ignis once how he could stand it, living here amongst the olfactory essence of decay. He just stared at me with hot, flickering eyes, mouth twisting into a grimace before muttering, "I like it here. I fit in here."
I get that. Ignis is no longer for the world of bright lights and artificial perfumes, candy and treats. Long since past his day of creation, his moment of Halloween glory and then...abandoned.....he's no longer the symbol of frivolity.
He's not pretty, his very being whispers of death.
Fat jolly pumpkins, pure and sweet and freshly carved, reminiscent of fall and pies and parties are not the same sweet things after Halloween. They change, they decay, their sides slump, their lights dim, their soot covered faces scare us in a whole new way than on Halloween night.
Ignis Fatuus didn't stop existing...the day after Halloween, but his whole life changed.
"For the better. If you ask me." He once grumbled. "I like it here, it's quiet, it feels.....right."
I stared at Ignis, surrounded by the murky swamp and bony branches and had to agree. His flickering eyes and mouth glowed bright in contrast to the cold moonlight. Eerie, at a distance his familiar Jack O'Lantern shape dissolves into the blackness of the night until all I can see are those bright eyes, seeming to hover just over the swamp. I'm not sure if tackling a visit to an abandoned Jack O'Lantern in the middle of a decaying swamp is fun..... but it's something you won't forget either.

LOTS more photos of Ignis can be seen at:

Character Dimensions in Inches: 4.5 x 5 x 5.5

Interesting Note: Ignis does NOT have a glow-in-the-dark eyes/mouth/nostrils but his eyes/mouth/nostrils are so bright that they show up spookily well even in low light!

Jack O'Lantern Sculpture, Ignis Fatuus, Jack of the swamps.