Slipstream work

At but not necessarily of 3.2. In a khaki trunk under my bed is a collection of dolls my grandparents brought back from holidays in various parts of Europe. They’re all in national dress and a little faded from being on a shelf somewhere in the house as I was growing up. Yesterday, I took one out and made a pencil drawing on a re-primed canvas. At this point, I have the shape and some patterns but I’m so inexperienced with human-like figures that I also need a story before I can ‘bring her to life’ without invoking Chucky. I … Continue reading Slipstream work