After I made the Street Dolls piece, two dolls were left over. One was to be used as an artifact, the second I used in this piece. During my lifetime, public awareness has completely changed. I remember being allowed by my mother to "run away from home " at age five with my brother and "move in with Santa" who lived a half mile down the road. We returned at night, suitcase and family dog in hand, completely unharmed. Now I live in an age where people are afraid of small white envelopes sent through the mail. A simple doll was once considered a gift, now it may be considered a bomb. This piece was documented on instagram. To me it is sculptural graffiti and more overt than the Street Dolls piece. Now even sweet gestures can mean something afoul. We have slowly crossed a threshold, inch by inch...almost everything is tinged with the sinister.
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