Look straight ahead

Letter #101

A beakie that relied on others had her neck fixed via acuputure. Marn no longer has to look at her sideways.

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The length of the left and the right leg must be no more than 2mm different, corners 90 degree, stitches invisible unless under a magnifying class. That was the time I now consider the start of my doll making journey. I don’t remember when it changed.

She was made 2 plus years ago, the first after a long break from holding a needle, of wanting to bring forth something from within, from holding space for myself. Her head was tilted to one side. When I place her on the table, her head hits the ground. I then lean her against the older beakies.

They kept her sitting, so she could see the birds through the window, when she couldn’t alone.

She sat leaning against different beakies for 26 or 27 months. One day this year I ran a thread around her neck. Once, twice, three times. I lost count of ow many, but until she sits not against other beakies, but next to them.

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Hey hey hey,

I feel cellophane wrapped here 24/7. Since summer solstice, the light in the sky changed. I can’t tell if it’s higher or lower, brighter or just more scattered, because I can’t even look out of the window without wanting to puke. I’m typing this wearing pinhole glasses, beating light induced nausea with blurred vision. Whatever works.

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If you’re new here,

Thanks for dropping by. This is a letter of alchemy, documenting the traffic jam of ideas in my head concrete by crafting soft sculptures. Some ideas, in resistance, escape to become words such as these. Come along and see what I’m figuring out next. Click the button to subscribe.

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If you’re not so new here,

Hey again. I love saying that, the feeling of exhaled air from the vessel of my body, contributing life-force to the ecosystem. Hey hey hey. I struggle but in the moments I manage to immerse in not knowing, I send a letter. Let’s hope they keep coming.

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I’m Marn (noisybeak.com).

I make animal soft sculptures (aka beakies) from old clothes while learning to be a person. This letter is a way to share the spirit to survive and thrive, because otherwise why the hell did I go through all that for?