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Camellia’s adventure calls for video, so I’m going to give it a try. We’ll find out on Monday whether I can do it. Link to video on mydolladventure.com In the meantime, here I am in (on web cam footage) in… Continue Reading →
Fashion dolls were not built to have adventures – they were built to model fashions. The store shelves include some half-hearted nods to a life beyond the closet, but they largely support the most mundane day imaginable – including playsets… Continue Reading →
Lily’s garden wall of brick and foam represents the idea of gradual stiffening – the second, but probably not the last, time I’ll mention the influence of Christopher Alexander and his pattern language in my work. I like to think… Continue Reading →
No matter who wins the presidential election of 2016, there will be a wall. It will be strong, it will be solid, and no one under the height of 5 inches will be able to scale it. They will, however,… Continue Reading →
Fashion dolls have an odd lifespan. They spring into being as teenagers, and seemingly all die out by their early 20s. In this world, the elderly Lily is an anomaly. Continue reading at http://www.mydolladventure.com/?p=1825&preview=true
Lily has less of an adventure and more of an adventurous life. Her story begins with a little mystery and a small client. Continue reading at mydolladventure.com
I’ll be migrating my wordpress.com site to a self-hosted site over the weekend and launching the new site on Monday. I’m planning on continuing to post summaries here with links to the main blog, but let me know if that… Continue Reading →
The impermanence of Daisy’s current life is written all over her room. Where Rosie has metal and wooden furniture filled with bits of her life, Daisy’s space is all flimsy foam furniture and empty cupboards. The most obviously flimsy part… Continue Reading →
Early on, I decided that my doll adventure would rely very little on words. What entranced me were the the story and the images, and everything that pulled me away from that felt like a distraction.