Something I've noticed since I began making my "poppets" or mixed-media figures, or dolls--whatever their identity may be.
Women like them. Men don't. Almost all who have bought a doll from me have been women.
Note that my own dear husband implies on my Facebook page that my little newborn horse-human is "wicked."
At school, the male professors shy away from my figures; the women crowd around and ask all kinds of questions. The French professor (a male) actually said there was something evil about them!
What's up with that? Are men intimidated by the elements of abjection, of decay, that I use to compose these creations? The rust, the dirt, the smudged faces and aged patinas? Does this mean that women are more comfortable with abjection and fragmentation than men?
I'll pursue this further. Right now I have a doll I'm making out of an old book, and she's giving me a devil of a time deciding whether she's going to stand upright. ARMATURE, I keep telling myself. ARMATURE!
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