Yeah, I bit her toes off. I can recall
the URGE, I admit it. The need to bite out of some kind of childhood frustration I cringe from revealing. So I find this naked doll as I have many many times. This time it’s final, the house is getting cleared out and stuff, all of it, HAS TO GO.
Setting frenzy aside I consider the doll. Art bound, now; A work in progress like I was, and continue to be. Now its made semi-permanent by modeling paste, gesso and words scored into the now hard goo.
I kind of avoid it. It sits white and mute, for the next session.
I have a large painting to finish.
I have the balance of Summer with its golden expansion to enjoy.
Things. People. Animals. Flowers. Water.