sunday

 

When I was a kid my mother made dolls, so there were empty eyed white bisque heads and arms and legs all over the basement in her studio.  Looking back,I think she was both reliving her childhood and motherhood.  Making  pretty dolls that would wear nice dresses and not talk back. I was thinking of this because often I erase my faces to clean white, my faces that are rarely pretty and always seem to talk back.