My entry for the EBSQ "What a Doll" show
features an original Art Doll, "Beryl Moon", created from all
re-purposed disposable materials, and inspired by the poem, "The Moon
Was But a Chin of Gold", by Emily Dickinson.....
despise waste, trying my best to avoid it in life whenever I can. For
this reason, I've been hoarding for years a collection of broken plastic
toys, barbies and action figures leftover from my kids' childhoods,
with the intention of incorporating these creatively into my artwork in
the spirit of Re-purposeful Reuse. A project begun years ago, it is
thanks to this exhibit's theme that I was motivated to dig out one of my
on-going, in-progress Art Dolls from my studio back-burner (see detail
photo), and finish it to completion specifically for this show.....
Buried deep inside 'Beryl Moon', under Celluclay (a commercial paper
clay product) and layers of paper mache, is a wee 'injured' action
figure, but a few inches tall, and missing an arm. Spared from a
landfill life, he now provides some inner armature for this Art Doll,
though little of him is actually recognizable anymore, given that an
entirely new being was sculpted over and around his original form, using
re-purposed items (including but not limited to: a plastic cup,
multiple plastic cup lids, and newspaper), for a complete and thorough
transformation. A whole new, crescent-moon shaped head was sculpted
from Celluclay and attached (the head of the original figure/doll ends
somewhere deep within in the present neck/chest area), along with a
newly sculpted arm, and new hands. In addition to gaining inches in
height (now standing about a foot tall), "he' also became a 'she',
complete with a newly sculpted bosom, as well as a big, bustled and
flowing skirt of Stars -- using as my inspiration the following poem,
"The Moon Was But a Chin of Gold", by the wonderful and talented poet,
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
A Night or two ago.
And now she turns Her perfect Face
Upon the World below.
Her Forehead is of Amplest Blonde
Her Cheek, a Beryl hewn,
Her Eye unto the Summer Dew
The likest I have known.
Her Lips of Amber never part
But what must be the smile,
Upon Her Friend she could confer
Were such Her Silver Will.
And what a privilege to be
But the remotest Star.
For Certainty She take Her Way
Beside Your Palace Door.
Her Bonnet is the Firmament
The Universe, Her Shoe
The Stars, the Trinkets at Her Belt
Her Dimities....of Blue.
The 'Dead Barbies Society' Project, in progress
'Beryl Moon' from an angle
"Beryl Moon" Paper Mache Art Doll
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