Saturday, April 6, 2013
Lotus has high spirits most of the time. But every now and then she gets a little down about her face. She wonders which is the bigger eyesore: her missing eye, or the eyepatch. Both bring up many questions. She often wonders if her life would have been any different if she hadn't been in that accident when she was a child. Here she is.
This little dolly is a representation of myself. When I was 14 years old, I was in a horrible accident which robbed me of my eye. I found that I was fine with this particular lot of mine, and was no less happy and cheerful because of it. It is a continuing irritation, and even more so as I get older. It's not easy dealing with a fake body part. Artificial never works quite like the real thing, and this brings a general weariness to the art of living.
Making this little Lotus doll brings to the world the very reason I make these dolls in the first place. They are a means of bringing my own emotions, feelings, and shortcomings to the table. A way of getting everything that is tucked away in my soul, out in the open, for anyone to see. Lotus doesn't wish for any pity, although she will not hate you for having it. All she wants is a little understanding, and possibly an awareness of what can be out there, in this big scary world.
Take care, my dear friends, and make something for yourself, if you possibly can. It does wonders for the soul.