This beautiful doll has been long in the making, it has taken me over two years to complete, with many tear outs, and several give ups. But finally I think she is done. She is a survivor and one cannot even imagine how strong she is, stronger even than one might give her credit for, she has survived the worst fires. I once heard that the only living thing to survive Hiroshima were the ginkgo trees at a Buddhist temple so the outside of her cloak is blackened ginkgo leaves, but the inside of her cloak is the stuff of life, leaves and spirals, and passionate purple flowers, the spiral a symbol of enduring life. And yet she is an homage to death, her belt is made of silver leaves and white skulls, and the skeleton of a dead fish. And as a nod to Kali the goddess of empowerment, of death and destruction, but also of time and change. The closure of her cloak is two daisies, side by side, right as they should have been. Her shirt is made of handspun yarn, a nod to her origins, her craft, her intellect, and her inner belt is made of a silk ribbon, a gift from one she holds most dear to her. Her necklace is the actual vertebrae, a symbol of having back bone, strength against adversity, great inner strength. She stands with her arms outstretched, here I am, as I am, with no apologies. Mouthless she does not speak, but she has eyes to see, and in the palms of her hands the eyes of wisdom, such as it is. In her hands she holds two talismans, with secret messages.
You have no idea how strong she is. You have no idea what she has endured. More than you can ever imagine, she was knocked off her feet, and struggled to regain them, knocked again and again by the crashing of the ocean waves, and yet here, she stands strong.