On the first day, I ordered her from a very questionable online store. She cost just, £12.90 and the read like this, ‘If big tits, a wide mouth, juicy pussy and tight ass are your thing then you can’t go wrong with Just Jugs. Pump her up and watch those huge jugs balloon into life as you caress her curves and penetrate her again and again. Ideal for personal satisfaction or stag nights. ‘
I called out to poetry women
as a option of dress, and I received many brilliant words. A blog was formed: http://queenofeuropebecomeswhole.blogspot.co.uk/
She arrived just a few days
later, smelling strongly of plastic. She was also much smaller than I imagined,
child-sized. A transformation seemed to be the most human thing to do. I wanted
her to stand on her own two feet, this seemed most important.
On Friday August 3rd,
I took her in a box to Artsite, Gallery No 9, which they allowed me to use free
of charge (thank you Artsite!) with some PVA, flour, newspapers, a whisk, a
bowl and a lot of confusion. Bethany Pope and Martin Malone came along. We blew
her up, filled the room with a plastic scent and gave her a first covering. We
hung her from the ceiling to dry for four days.
On Tuesday 7th August I met with
artist Jill Carter and we took her on a little journey around town. Swindon
seemed very taken by her, especially dressed as Mabel Watson in the Wyvern car park.
Doll thought the charges for parking were daylight robbery, I noted the cliché.
For the next few days I covered her with more layers of
flour, PVA and paper. One layer of kitchen towel was applied. I tried various
ways of placing poetry on her body. This was not as easy as I had thought it
would be.
On Friday 11th August Jill Carter arrived with camera
and we made various films of Dolly going out and about. The man in the corner shop
recognised his kitchen towel, ‘She is very nice, very, very nice’ he said.
We took Dolly to Jill’s garden and gave her another layer of
more thoughtful wordage from newspapers. Phrases like, ‘Not plastic, Creative
DNA, Just Don’t Call it Burlesque’ clothed her, but no poems. She hung in Jill’s
garage for over a week and dried very nicely.
‘Well, she has been christened Vivienne by GTC.
Like it! She is fine. Still drying, has a slight sheen, which you will
like. I reckon you could write a play, based on FACTS & FICTION. Who
she met along the way, rescued by housewife, cut down, taken into the daylight
etc. Very nice. Could be fun.’ She had some visitors at Jill’s
house, ‘had some more
visitors to our garage and got some oooohs and aaarghs.’
On Monday 20th she came home. Dolly looked great
but as yet, no poetry. I found Jill’s type writer in my cupboard and decided to
try typing directly onto newsprint…ah, this looked brilliant. Poems started to
dress her, in places. I played around with news too, headlines that leapt out,
meant something to me. I made a ‘bully boob’, you cannot gag a woman’s boob,
everyone will listen to a boob. ‘So You Think You Can Spot a Bully’ was the
boob headline…this was great catharsis after a terrible experience for me in
2010/2011 where explaining a situation felt impossible, traumatic and therefore
unheard or brushed aside.
I spent all week making her more aesthetic, amazing,
wonderful. I could not stop adding, tweaking…it had to stop! I decided to saw
off her hand, destruction was the answer, an ultimate creation…it looked great. I called Jill to come with camera and make a film
of the deconstruction. Dolly was in pieces and placed in a black bin bag. That
evening, I pieced her back together and rearranged the text again. Poems were
covered, some are still visible, some not. Her surface remains a place of
change, like all women.
The Queen’s sister is now on her way, Fatty Patty… ‘She’s large
and in charge! Our Fatty Patty love doll is an inflatable doll with a lot to
love. Featuring three lusciously large pleasure holes, massive boobs and huge
bum that demands to be spanked, Fatty Patty is a larger than life girl who
takes plenty of satisfying.’ Just £18.99. I need poems on the
theme of body image, please.
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