15x30 - oil on canvas
I love dollhouses. I never had one growing up. Well I made one out of shoe boxes once.
It wasnt the elegant fantasy I wanted, but why ruin my sense of reality right?
Being the hermit I am, my home is my castle. I spend most my time inside, and a lot of time in my head.
With this girl, I seen a crown that looked like a Victorian dollhouse.
Her home is haunted with unwanted guest, that she dosent know how to be rid of.
I spent some time deciding whether too give her tears or not.
Shes sad, but in a way she is used to them being there.