chica japonesa en progreso / japanese girl in progress
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A long time ago, I was in a class at University and the teacher talked about Eskimo people, who before making a sculpture, whisper to the horn (or tree-trunk, or whatever they are sculpting into) to ask what lies hidden within. Maybe someone knows the story more accurately. Anyway, I wanted to bring it up here because, at the risk of being called crazy, something of that dialogue does come up when I make a doll. There is an act of communication there. I don’t sketch; I just start and open myself to what it has to tell me. It seems that to let oneself be inhabited by the other is no easy task in these individualistic times. I think that’s why I like tango, because one of the things I’ve learnt through dancing was not to be myself so much. But that’s another story.








