Saturday, January 27, 2007
My Head Behind The Mask
I once went to a museum full of dolls. I did not realize where I was going which is one of the setbacks of being drunk when you agree to something. In the sobering morning light being stuck in the middle of nowhere near the doll museum, I reconsidered. Dolls, by their nature, are creepy as all billy hell. I blame this on an overactive imagination, ie, What do the dolls do when you are sleeping? I believe they wake up and speak evil. Okay, maybe they don't, but still. All those tiny little eyes following you wherever you go. All those elaborate ruffled outfits, making them look suffocated. The curator of said museum seemed straight out of the central casting from Psycho. We have many rooms, he said. Do not get too close to anything. I could see right away that this experience would rank right up there with the Hobo Museum in Iowa, which was in fact a very cold room with signs all around in "hobo language." Hardly a Jackson Pollack exhibit.
As I walked around and looked at the various dollies, most of them as beautiful and made-up as Jon-Benet Ramsey, I craned my head up and realized that I was on camera looking at the dolls. The curator could see his dolls the entire time and see people's reactions to them. And I could see myself looking at myself and then looking away, trying not to look at myself. It reminded me of being caught on the monitor at Target walking in the store. Do I really look like that? I think as I see a gray-faced, tired woman rush into the store. Yes, I must concede, I do. In a room full of dolls, they started to look more alive than I was. I could imagine myself among their ranks, staring out of a vapid emptiness, tended to by a man who loved me so much he wanted to watch me all day to make sure I didn't get away.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"I never realized why I had this stare on my face. It's sort of an ambiguous look. You don't really know if it's a gaze of terror or excitement. There was one image in the show that a lot of people thought was me. The mannequin that wears the crown — they swore it had my eyes. Everybody thought that I had placed my head behind the mask." Cindy Sherman, discussing her art exhibit using mannequins and dolls
Drinking music suggestion: Live Through This Hole
Benedictions and Maledictions
Special thanks to Robin of R's Musings for a lovely lunch yesterday! I hardly ever cook at home and having someone cook for me was wonderful! Thanks, Miss R!