Another created thing totters unsteadily on soft feet through a world muffled in dust. Born for snow and winter, the automaton forgets summer even as breathes in heat. She travels deep into basements and tunnels searching for cool air. Soon, the white hair her maker gave her fades into the twilight of the everlasting dust. But peering through gratings, a flicker of memory makes her wash her hair and stare up into the night sky suddenly so full of falling stars.
This is Neve, the doll I previously alluded to. She is 18 inches tall and is rather lovely, in my opinion. She was featured in the second Cirque Voltaire show, althoug Bird definitely stole the show in that venue. Neve is more suited to quite, domestic settings. She is after all, only a doll and was designed to be loved in someone's home. Fortunately for the both of us then, she sold last month. These pictures were provided by her owner.
I continue to try to work out the pattern for my automaton series. Although I am considering taking a break for an art piece I have in mind. I have been reading about encephalitis lethargica again recently and it is making me want to do even more sleeping dolls. I don't know what it is about sleepers that is so appealing but their spell is far from broken. If anyone has any opinions about the automaton series, I would love to hear them.
