The Dollhouse; Interior

The thing about drawing a dollhouse…

(Ink on Paper; Digital Color)

…is that if you draw the facade, it pretty much just looks like a house. So I drew the inside. Which looks like suffering if you're me and loathe perspective.

When I was a kid I went to Chicago with my best friend’s family and they took us to a museum where we saw a giant dollhouse with running water and working lights. It was amazing.

I own two dollhouses, neither of which are that amazing, but which I putter about in from time to time, adding lights or fun decor. The above dollhouse used to belong to the aforementioned best friend, given to her by the grandparents who took us to the museum in Chicago.

I’ve done weird things to it, of course. Because I am a weird person. But I like the story of it, the layers and levels of it, lurking in the corner in my basement, watching to see what I’ll do to it next.