November 2017 | clay, acrylic paint, polyurethane, sunflower seeds, sugar, rainbow sprinkles | 6" x 7" x varied heights
Sneeze bubbles from nostrils like a machine, for the others to run around and pop with giggles escaping their lips. Thirsty? A spout forms on one’s mouth, juice pouring from the seam, they grab their cups to quench the thirst that lies in their dry throats. But, now there is something coming, a whistle through the air but it isn’t dinner time. And suddenly, the memory is over and the room is full of silence and the children lay in freezed pain. No longer can they cry, only to be cheered up by the soft serve that swirls up from their eyes, always bringing a smile to their faces. They have lost their power to bring joy to the world.