Look at her, my love, proof of peace. All cascade, all swoon, all grace. She dines by moonlight, and backflips, curling through this blue sea of my true origin. She is all cotton candy. She is all feather and tentacle. She is all bramble and seagrass and moss and weed. This girl is a shipwreck. This girl now breathes under water.
Dear Suburbia 
You’ve changed! I love these. They remind me of ghoulish backyard experiments I used to do with my sister when I was little.
Yes, thank you!!! I love that these remind you of such experiments! I’m trying to track down doll photos I took when I was a kid. Nostalgia (with a tinge of creepiness) is definitely a big part of the inspiration for these pieces.