When the night wind makes the pine trees creak
And the pale clouds glide across the dark sky,
Go out my child, go out and seek
Your soul: The Eternal I.
For all the grasses rustling at your feet
And every flaming star that glitters high
Above you, close up and meet
In you: The Eternal I.
Yes, my child, go out into the world; walk slow
And silent, comprehending all, and by and by
Your soul, the Universe, will know
Itself: the Eternal I.
A classic that never fails to make me laugh.
The visual imagery inspires and informs my dollmaking practice.
Look for inspiration everywhere.
Poetry to ponder ...
typography to inspire ...
animation to entrance.
Fear that we will succeed. Fear that we won't.
Fear of being alone. Fear of crowds.
Fear that we will be invited out. Fear that we won't.
Fears that are real. Fears that are not.
Fears that we can overcome. Fears that we can only manage.
Fear of illness. Fear of our own mortality. Fear of death.
Fear can be paralysing.
I choose to place my fears on the altar of my heart -
surrender them -
trust in LOVE.
I am a doll-maker; a doll interpreter; a doll activist, perhaps, using this medium to reflect on the human condition.