Danger in the Playground

Description

She wore costumes to school, vests and pants in those days on a girl. I remember when they sent the news of what she'd done...that she wouldn't return. I ran to her house, snuck through her balcony window, her dolls rotting away all lined up, the smell of lemons and cigarette smoke, from the butts she had hid under the bed in a tin cookie jar. Why couldn't we all just let her live as her? I grabbed one of her frozen Charlotte dolls that belonged to her mom when she was a girl. I kept it along with one of those cigarette butts from the tin that I knew had touched her lips.

A 1920's bisque jointed doll from Japan takes center stage in this piece. The doll is eerie as can be, aged and faded, gorgeously decayed with a ruffled dress. From one side hangs brass chains and an antique cabinet key, a glass pearl and a vintage deco heart locket.

The chain around the neck is antiqued brass. Lobster clasp.

Added on Oct 16, 2009