The Old Doll
The old doll knows no fear, it feels nothing, it loves nothing, it is safe, and that is why she still carries it
Ivan in Abstracts
The old doll knows no fear, it feels nothing, it loves nothing, it is safe, and that is why she still carries it
Received at midnight. The package stood at my door. No sender. No sound when it was placed. Only a silent pressure at the nape of my neck...
Silence can be loud. Light can heal quietly
Everything is still possible. The line, gently drawn, asks more than it tells.
A silent hill - and so many paths leading beyond.
An uprising, grown from memory. So fine the line, so firm the will not to bend - just to be. Entirely. Simply so.
A final grasp, the air is thin, the body trembles, not within.
No longer caged by line or frame - she rises now, in breath and flame.
I sit in silence,
between questions,
between intentions.
Suspended between thought and wall, the body reaches — yet doesn't fall.
No up, no down - just now, just being, in lines and silence, no...
Caught in the net, without a name, a gaze that slips through silent frame.
My breath fights back, the fabric cries, I pull, I tear – sti...