As a child my cousin had a collection of porcelain dolls which she kept in a hutch set in front of her bed. This became terrifying for me every time my family stayed the night. I knew I'd be laying in that bed with all those dolls staring at me, looking down at me from high up on those thick wooden shelves.
Though they sat motionless appearing to look every direction and none, their eyes seeming neither alive nor dead, to me they were caught in a silent and horrible struggle. Each doll competing to be the most attractive and favored, to be the best of the whole collection. The anger rose to the point of lashing out against each other, or against any other who did not choose the right doll as their favorite...
https://vimeo.com/78562722 - 360 Turntable animation
