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It is the perfection we seek, isn't it? I'd be a happy gal if my real life cakes look so nice, cut so perfect, and the icing never coming up short. With life being uncertain, all the slings and arrows of out rageous fortune flying about us, making things chaotic, we can turn to the miniature, the doll house, where things stay where you put them and feel peace. The bed is always made, the baby doesn't cry, |
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and I've never seen a doll house that shows an over burdened desk with unpaid bills strewn about and a sad doll looking tired and frustrated. In this little world we can control something, albeit only for a moment or two, until real life comes a barging in with more slings and gosh darned arrows.
The Clayers who visit this page will know that being able to roll some polymer clay between their fingers, squash the little balls and make beads or delicate roses, makes life just a little more barable. In a rough and tumble world a couple of beads and roses can do a world of good to someone who needs some eye candy. And once our stuff is cured, it stays put. This sense of finality is a comfort. We've left a mark on the cave wall for the future to see. We've left a record. Like old Egyptians we hope for immortality in being remembered. "Grand ma Nora made this, huh Mom?"
What we make in the real world offsets hanging around and visiting sites like this. |
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