Gossamer Thread

Memories, feelings, thoughts... they leave behind bits, pieces, almost soul like. A type of magic in itself, accidental, yet heavily looked down upon. A faux creature, offspring from a mind; a living toy. Skin of fabric, buttoned eyes, mouth stitched silent. A world that gives access to great change, grotesque monsters, masked hate.

Gossamer threads that go deeper then physical.



A doll plays the world itself.