When you are a doll
There is no time
There is no thought
There is me
A doll is a chamber of being

In the cellar
I am the space where I am
There is time
There is feeling
there is nothing to fear

Down the stairs
There is but a time
There is but a place
Welcome their
They too are your creation

This is your invitation into three solitary worlds, born by three separate sets of hands, now a planet of its own. A doll is a chamber of being, we mimic the slow and tender formation of limbs and joints with our own hands just like our little fetal bodies intricately sculpted in the womb by hands unseen. The eyes that lay upon you here are mine and theirs and yours too, if you’ll open them. Let them look at you, let them learn from you what it is to be alive. There is nothing to fear, nothing lives inside a doll that does not live inside of you. There is me in every form. A piece of me i attempt to become, or attempt to understand. Do you feel the warmth of my breath when you lean in closer to the figures around the room ? There is a but a time, there is but a place. We invite you to embrace the sprites of our subconscious mind, they have all gathered here for you. They are waiting for you, now, just down the cellar stairs..

cellar door
with eleanor mcqueeny, clara collins, jeff egner
at princess gallery

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