In a way we are all dualistic. The face put to the world, and the one beneath the public mask. I've been on a different kind of journey with the construction of this doll. They all take me places, or are a reflection of internal content, no doubt. However, this fire/ice bebe has sparked an internal debate. As a doll maker I feel that each piece is a little birth, that I am not the same person I was when I started thinking about the little effigy that will become a tangible thing in the concrete world of waking reality. I'm not sure I would be a doll maker if I had a stable life as a child, parents around, if I had been loved and safe. Dolls have always been a resource of emotional stability for me. Like spinning and weaving ties me to my Grandmother, giving me a sense of roots.
Part of me is always searching for a home, while the other half fears being trapped. I have trust issues when it comes to others in the world, especially if heart matters are at play -- But I trust my gut, my inner voice, my muse.
This doll is a symbol of strength.
We are all living two lives:
One in Dreams.
One in Waking.
Trust your muse for she is surely you, unseen.