ound you, stopped in motion, looking cheeky and up to no good. The gothic feeling made it a little eerie and these characters felt as though they would come to life at any second.From waht i remember, you were in the centre of the room and these were all around you. These mischeivious characters seemed like naughty pixies, your imagination fills the room and creares the stories. These character are only a catalyst for your imagination. 
The characters, they seems to be all made out of past dolls and reborn by workings onto them by the artist. They were once these so called 'perfect-image' dolls that children would play with into somewhat of adult, grown up faces. To me, their innocence have gone. To a child perhaps...i am not sure. They may still see a doll there and want to play, however , they may see something scary. Does it question childhood? Or has it nothing to do with childhood. I dont think that the artists intention is about childhood, however, you will always associate children and childhood to this as it is s childs toy.
The Dolls do look like they have been perhaps played with. Take away the player and they left in this still life. However, they are still in the positions as if they are being played with, so it as if they are the players, perhaps playing with you?
They have a maskerade ball feeling about them. Where people wear masks to hide their identity.
They have this ghostly non-prescence, but at the same time there is an existence of a presence there. These dolls draw me into the environment. I dont wish to play with them, just watch them perhaps. It is odd, they seem expressionless but you get this feeling of expression and maybe just a feeling. Perhaps it is they way they are clothed or their pale white, plaster faces. Or the way they are created with this messy feeling of matching the unmatched pieces together. I feel like i am contradicting myself or perhaps many mixed, unknown views are given. Maybe because this doesn't seem real. This doesn't feel like reality. Perhaps it is because i have entered or shown my past of playing with dolls and remembering this feeling of playing, being a child. Maybe i have entered my child-imagination and therefor feel unsettled about it? I enjoy it but at the same time there is this grotesque feeling towards it, this sinister feeling. At the same time, i think they are 'sweet'. Maybe they are sickly. Haunting.
Following this, I realised that in the past I have wanted to create these characters, create another world, just like Charles Avery has done. However, i have never gone through with it. Maybe, this is me wanted to create MY own playground? Wanting to PLAY that game. Allowing people to play with me? Or even allow people to PLAY. I was watching a programme about anarexia in children, and how at the age of just 9, a boy was wanting to build a physique of a man. At the age of 10, a girl was worried about having the body of an adult and so would eat less to try and maintain that shape. However, she wants to look great and be seen as an adult. When she gota compliment (to her) on how old she looked - she loved it. I can see this also in my sister. She is at the age of 14 now, but she dresses as though she is 19. She doesnt want to play with dolls. She doesnt want to go to playgrounds. She wants to go out, with her friend, clubbing, going to pubs, wearing make-up and doing her hair all nice, as if she was 19. Her childhood has gone from her, and i have heard so many stories about children growing up too fast. They miss out on their childhood. I know it isn't for all children , but it seems quite a regular case in children.
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