Fragments of truths - The Doll and other tales
A pre-occupation with dolls?
A previous post:A homage to Tracey Moffatt
and of course, Ned.
The Doll - a poem
Over the fence behind the house,unoccupied pending demolition,
I could see the doll, suspended.
Once a plaything.
Now abandoned, discarded, unwanted.
What tales could it tell?
Fondled by human hands, a trace of DNA, a strand of hair.
It acts out in the breath of the breeze a longing still
to be free from what awaits, a tomb of rubble.
Text & Images ©billpurvis 2017
Suspended Animation 1
Suspended Animation 2
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| Animation 1 |
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| The mark of ?? |
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| a dead Alien? |
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| They say there are enough spiders to eat us all. |
Now abandoned.
Abandoned? hahahahaha....ha!
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| Animation 2 |
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| House demolition - post apocalyptic |
A continuing tale.
Once was a drug house destroyed by fire.
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