Running around this amazing city, alone, pockets and purse full of flea market finds, broken ceramic roses, postcards, magazines. Taking it all back to California.
Thinking about making a doll. After I get back home, I gather all the stuff from Paris and sit on the floor with the papers. A collage is created. Years later, a doll evolves from this image.
I call her The Collector, because that’s who I was and still am. Picking up cool stuff, other people’s trash, anything that calls to me from the ground, from a gallery, from a remembered moment. It all becomes part of this doll.
Pieces of Picasso, Rodin, Vermeer, an eroded clay face, layered on a monotype made in California. She hangs out with me and once in awhile I look at her and remember that day in Paris. A doll is born from this collage. Here she is. I can see how she evolved from 2D to 3D. Can you find the connections?
Think of a day in your life. A wonderful day by yourself, finding things that make you feel good. Just for you. This is the beginning of your self portrait doll.