Continuing from ‘Mannequin a day’, artworks rest in peace here.

Submerged in black. An alt to the previous post.

Drawers shut. A myriad of small creatures resume to their bespoke chairs. Smoke and mirrors are the real deal, not props in this show.

Going up! Ding! Declared the voice recording inside the lift. Doors close. Sludge and floating debris waltz. Make daIsy chains! Exclaimed the rotting apple! Yeah whatever.. ’Dream A Little Dream Of Me’ is muffled by the speakers filling with water. The siren can here it loud and clear.

Welcome to Freakytown! Carnivorous plants, neon lights, rollercoaster smiles. Gigantic snails make pop up slides. Float like never before in our piranha infested waters, free body piercing to the lucky charmed.


Nine lives, one queen. Incandescent leaves, a theatrical enclosure. Squirrels with bleeding eye sockets sing Opera. A carousel horse enraptured, fountains confetti from its mouth. Quick! Change channels! Victorian undergarments parade. Hault! Metal on metal. Water pools of ornate creation come to life. Submerge me, meow! ✪ Model – Magenta mannequin

The Virtuoso Museum, stripped of art, a secret life. Location undisclosed. Within the garden beds, dolls march at 1am, resting by day. Illuminated tentacles graze the plastic skin to the inanimate objects. A doll head batting an eyelid uncontrollably mutters on repeat ‘light switch on.. light switch off’. ✪ Model – Magenta mannequin

Voices from yesteryear weave their fragmented calls, once angelic, now painted black. The spirits compete with each other, their ritual. If you find it blood-curdling outside, there are freaks alive inside! Through the window, weeds grow within the cracks that the pavement nurses. Floor boards creak, fabrics flow from their bodies, almost luminous, mesmerising. They pace the rooms, faces without expression, until disturbed. I’ll stay outside.. ✪ Model – Magenta mannequin

Stephen King’s – ‘It’ is at the cinemas here in Australia, I look forward to seeing it and finishing the book, love it, my little writings below are inspired by this.✪ Model – Magenta mannequin

Magenta closes her eyes. The film reel starts to turn, lighting low.. Sound takes the visual by hand, amplification, the magicians work is done. The clown spins the old fashioned prize wheel, locking eyes onto audience members of interest. The balloons reflect the final scenes that the neon lights tried to prevent. Short circuiting all at once.✪ Model – Magenta mannequin

The Queen of the Night rests dormant, awaiting cues. The final curtain of daytime rises, nightfall paints the fringes to this theatre. Her senses come to life if predators find their way to her. A vintage monkey toy feasts on black berries within her bewitched crown. They spawn anew as fast as they are devoured. The dolls start to sharpen their spade like teeth on protruding branches, guarding the Crown Jewels is all they know.✪ Model – Magenta mannequin

High pitched voices switch between harmony and haphazard discord. Shrills of the dolly twins awake Cynthia statue outside. Cassette tapes now transition to fast forward. The mayhem begins ✪ Model – Magenta mannequin