She knows she is a made thing, not a creature born. She knows she does not breath or love or laugh. But also, she knows she is beautiful. And that is compensation enough for a heart that ticks or the long stillness of workshop days.
This is a crocheted doll intended for adults, but suitable for older children as well. She is in my automaton series of living dolls so she has pedestal feet rather than more human ones. She is 22 inches tall. Her hair is rooted and will not come out; it is half black and half navy blue, with lighter sparkly highlights. Her face and the gem in her chest are embroidered. The gem glows in the dark. She also features a wire armature that allows her elbows and knees to hold simple poses. She will be a good friend to you.
This is one of the newish pieces I completed during my time of silence. There is a third automaton that came before her who sold before I could photograph her. However, the person I sold her to has said she will send me pictures. And the name of that piece. I have begun to think of her as Hiver, though, which is French for winter. I hope to be able to show her to you soon.
Otherwise, I have been working on a series of dolls which people can order on commission and pick the colours for, like those pretty Waldorf style dolls. They will be the same size as American Girl dolls and so will be able to wear their clothes. Also, I am thinking about more artistic pieces to try to pursue something in a gallery. If I can get the nerve. I am trying to shake off this silence in order to do so.
I feel like I'm in artist drag, rather than being the real thing. At least drag is fabulous.
