Sunday, January 8, 2012
Okay how did it become the second week of January already???
I have a BIG art opening in less than a month and still have only one thing completed!!!
Enough piddling around in this studio/guest room, I have to get on the ball as using it as a studio.
Panic has set in and I am on a mission.
Supplies are tossed about and ideas are swimming on loose pages all over the place.
Time to get it together and work.
My opening is on February 3rd at the Funkhouse in Las Vegas.
It is titled "Discarded"
Centering around dolls and doll parts that little girls/boys were forced to discard for being too "tattered"
at least that is the story in my head. I remember when I was made to give up my most loved baby doll as a child because her arm came off...I would have loved that doll no matter the shape or condition she lay in. I think that most of us women who still love dolls had something of this sort happen to us. Maybe it was lost, or stolen, maybe it disappeared one day while you were at school, or forced to trash it when garbage day rolled around because you were too old to play with dolls.
I think it is a shame that little ones, boy or girl, are forced by us parents to discard something we love and find security in. Why? Can't we still love it and put it away for the memories it holds?
Why give a child stress, children grow up way too fast these days, why not let them be a child for as long as they want? Heck, I am still that little girl searching for that doll to come back home.
Maybe just maybe if I still had her, I wouldn't be constantly dragging home all the lost dolls...