Hi, I’m Alina,
the chaos engine behind Rotten Cuties.

I make weird little creatures and objects out of polymer clay, epoxy, fur, and whatever else sticks to my fingers before I notice. Sometimes they’re cute, sometimes they’re cursed, usually both.

I started sculpting as a way to keep my hands busy and my brain distracted, but it got out of control fast. Now I’ve got shelves full of resin guts, furry freaks, and clay hybrids that look like they crawled out of a dream you don’t want to admit you had. This is what happens when you stop trying to be “normal” and let the feral ideas take over.

My work lives somewhere between art and bad decision—playful, unsettling, and handmade with more attitude than precision. I don’t care about perfection; I care about texture, about giving objects a pulse, about making things that make you laugh, squirm, or question my sanity (all valid responses).

Rotten Cuties isn’t here to be polite. It’s here to be touched, judged, collected, or regretted.

Buy one, adopt one, or just stare at it too long until it stares back. Either way, thanks for stopping by—you’ve officially joined the cult.