Okay, I have this thing about big dolls.... That kissy doll is around 2 feet tall and when you pull her arms together with the palms touching she blows a kiss.Now if the fact that old kissy w
as as big I was at age 3, the hissy popping sound of the kiss, surely scared me. I thought she had a snake inside her that I woke up when I moved her arms together.The other doll- like creations I still get the creeps over are ventriloquist dummies.
My Mom used to make me watch scary movies with her when I was little. One that has always stayed with me was the 1964 Devil Doll.
This evil magician found a way to trap a victim's consciousness inside his ventriloquist dummy. He kept the poor dummy in a cage each night. So, we have the origins of my claustrophobia, the fear of being controlled by someone else, and the hatred of humanoid doll like things pretending to b
e something they're not....what a cornucopia of fears....Now at age 49, I make art dolls for a living....go figure. I make Cthulhu monsters
, ghosts, anthropomorphic figures, and all kinds of strange creatures.Sometimes I wonder if I'm really overcoming my fears by making these sculptures or just feeding them.
But, I do think it is much more challenging to create something that you're not completely comfortable viewing when you're finished with it.
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It sounds to me like you're taking your fears and using them to fuel your creativity. Kudos!
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