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rag and bone dolls

about

The first dolls I created came about in an attempt to excersize characters, ideas and stories out of my head that had been haunting me for years.

 They were very rough little sculptures made from twigs and string and wire and rope. However, every time a character took form and existed in the physical  world, another would takes it's place and demand to be seen and held.

Slowly, slowly the rudimentary little heaps became characters with faces and limbs. Ragged little beings who'd been forgotten and neglected in the way-up-high attic of my brain.

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Whose eyes beg to be listened to.  

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They clutch their rags.

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They whisper their story. 

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"...in my dreams the world would come alive, 

becoming so captivatingly majestic, 

free and ethereal, that afterwards it would be

oppressive

to breathe the dust of this painted life."

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Vladimir Nabokov