Initially i was going to make a piece about the melancholy of lost objects, because i always find interest seeing objects that people hold dear, and then i started thinking about dolls in particular and how they're usually a macabre reflection of humans and they're usually some kind of bastardization of the human form, but they're also used can also be used to display human moments as in mannequins and miniature form. So i ended up putting them in a backstage scenario that's kind of destroyed, but they're still there, static. Eternally forgotten