Wonderful and breathtaking. Your use of empty space is great - I love the composition. The tonality works really well for it.

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I refuse to starve my inner child. She is my soul, my mind, she is me...simplified - and she is my ultimate happiness.

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i love that pic. very well done compostion.

it reminds me of alice in wonderland for some reason!
its really nice

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It feels like she's homesick. I love this photo. +fav.

O little girl lost. Neither fitting in that world or this. This touches me deeply, and then scares the life out of me...

Touched my inner self, a clarification of one of my biggest fears.

Thankyou for sharing this piece.

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My fear of dolls is kicking in so all I can really permit myself to say is: wow this is soooo creepy. I LOVE IT!!!

I understand the internal meaning of this piece but I feel as if the doll is about to attack me so I will . . . um . . . leave now . . .

I still love it!

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"My mind isn't a nice place to be."

"What's a matter? Afraid of the dark?"

"I'm laughing and your bleeding."

I bet that's one of them there creepy dolls with the sleepy eyes that open and close... I tell ya... This entire composition does nothing but creep me out. I think someone up there nailed it on the head when they said it reminded them of Alice in Wonderland... I'm thinking more along the lines of American McGee's Alice, though. Not being able to see a head or the right arm... (Okay, separate thoughts... Or not. Let's finish that one.) Makes me wonder how big the knife she's holding behind her back is, y'know?

I can, after looking at it obsessively for awhile, see another side to it... Images easily identified... a child's doll, the dollhouse, Donna Reed's dress and apron... All images that wouldn't be unexpected and representative of youth. The subject, however, is grown and faceless... She could be anyone, including me (If my legs looked that good...). It evokes a sense of loss, a desire to recapture what's lost, and a clear vision of where one is. Or I should stop smoking the crack and leave it to the knife wielding Alice.

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omgsh! so neatttt! coolz.

oh my gooooooooooooood *orgasm* XD I really, really, really luv it. my goood *.*

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