Making dolls seems a particularly ‘guided’ adventure. I’ve had a sketch pinned to the wall for several weeks of an idea for a doll but this one is not that one. This one just suddenly began to happen in that part of the mind that suddenly wonders "what if….." and the "…." was the interfacing material I am using for Christmas wrap – how nicely it drapes, how nicely it knots; and the body doesn’t let the "what if…." stay in the mind but goes and gets the material and the doll begins to form. It’s about getting out of the way and letting the object emerge. It’s about becoming an observer of one’s hands.
Different pictures for slightly different angles.
