Today, on the ride from Albuquerque to Tucumcari, I imagined what it would be like to be in my doll room again. I was overwhelmed with a delightful feeling. The small sun room has become a fantasy place of delights, already abounding with more dolls than I can count. Today I looked out over the New Mexico landscape of small twisted bushes and red hard-packed earth and thought of Leslie. I knew I needed some time to be with my husband, to re-learn myself, and it has been an odyssey. I have been thinking of expanding the scope of A Garden of Virtues in a way that will continue to fulfill its purpose for me, and that may include other dear toys from the past, experimental decor and clothing to rouse a sense of nostalgia and preservation. Already when I enter the sun room it seems like an unreal place, a place from a dream with objects from my past. I collect and create without knowing exactly what I do, or why. If I knew perhaps I wouldn't do it. I am not reliving my past,...
Asian ball-jointed dolls, vintage Superstar Barbie and similar, paper dolls, porcelain dolls.