When I was little, about 7 years old, I garbage picked looking for toys. We lived with my maternal grandmother in a house on the corner of an alley. I never really found much. Then, one day, I opened the lid of a garbage can two houses from ours and found a brand new box of magic tricks. It was like Christmas. I’ll never forget it. From time to time, there were more new toys and I always had the same reaction--eyes wide, mouth open; pure wonder. It was years later I found out that Mr. and Mrs. Hall did not have children. The new toys were for me.
I googled 1954 toys, newspapers and toy ads, reduced them to fit my matchbook and garbage can. I googled 1954 playing cards, reduced them to fit inside her pockets, on her hair and in the box of magic tricks. I sculpted the figure, rabbit in the hat and the garbage can from polymer clay. Her eyes are beads and she wears glued on doll hair.