dolls

No Imagination and other adulthood maladies.
The impetus for this continued series of sculptures occurred when I spied a little girl
playing with an old headless doll. A site I found sad and strange despite her apparent
pleasure. It was later that it struck me. I had lost a little imagination.
The ability to lose our self in play is a process that slowly envelopes us we grow older.
Creative atrophy gives way to convention and soon our ideas become myopic and predictable.
Like a proper adult.
With each doll I create, my aim is to re-address this precept through the form of a
plaything. I want to test the viewer’s ideas and openness. Can beauty be found in burnt
wood and twisted metal? Does nostalgia have to be embraceable? Does imagination always
require a head?