Wood, glue, acrylic paint
Wood, glue, acrylic paint
Wood, glue, acrylic paint
Plaster, wire, acrylic paint, bedside table, lamp, pencils, book, water glass, flannel shirt
Myth:
Nobody looked at her directly. They were not afraid anymore, but they still sensed that she projected a power, and it was one that could not be defined. At first, the people had formed committees in which they conversed about developing a proper protocol for these situations, in the event that another should appear without apparent origin or explanation—the main question, of course, was whether she (or it) could be approached as human.
When she arrived, she was wearing both clothes and shoes, but bearing no baggage or identification; many were conflicted because, from the shoulders down, she could have been anyone’s daughter or sister—even someone’s lover. She had a manner of walking, too, and from the way that she moved and reacted, you could tell that she was listening to everything. For those that had been praying for a god, she was just that. This presence, they said, was grace. And for others, perhaps those that had been searching for a scapegoat, she was the embodiment of the unknown and a figure of modern evil. But the ones that chose to walk with her saw something else, something that changed the way they spoke and understood. They drank in the air with greater hesitation.
She made noises but did not form words. She ate the food that she could find, and adopted routines. After enough time passed, the talk began to dissipate, and it was as if the people realized that there was not anything to be done.
Plaster, wire, acrylic paint, bedside table, lamp, pencils, book, water glass, flannel shirt
Plaster, wire, acrylic paint, bedside table, lamp, pencils, book, water glass, flannel shirt