_7 missing_the_element_circus #dollmask short story series_
These characters are by accident lost and sad. Life spiral slowed down by an electricity blackout. They were playing all day on a shiny painted carousel, eating tons of sweets, eyes caught all around by sparkling lights and funny childish sounds. No more horses to ride, now is time to walk with pride. No more movement of spin, now is time to go straight and win. No more looking around, now it's time to look within. Now is ok, but still "missing the element circus".
#dollmask series is composed of 8 short story played by 8 characters.

This cilindric puppets are representation of archetypal figures related to family, I realized them many years ago and utilized for improvised storytelling.

After sleeping some year in the basement they are back; one day they whispered me about their longing to see the sunset on the beach, so we had a walk there and found a calm spot to sit down, when the sun started to arch toward the lake they told me in silence about their feeling, the short story is the only thing that can be narrated in words.

Missing_the_element_circus

Violet Stellar 0x3
Shot in 2019
Photographer / Digital Imaging : Rudy Wicaksono
Muse : Pika (@pikakumara)
Fashion Stylist : Firda Amelia (@firdamelia)
Makeup Artist : Aditya (@vauxskin)

Minted on Mintbase using NEAR Blockchain - 21 May 2021

Violet Stellar 0x3

_6 love_glowing_in_the_sun #dollmask short story series_
These characters are busy in an ecological energy production business. Thinking and feeling, sharing and developing. Whether in dreams, real-life or fantasy all is ledgered on validated emotions, that's why this business is growing rich and the energy is getting stronger and greener. The light you see is "love glowing in the sun".
#dollmask series is composed of 8 short story played by 8 characters.

This cilindric puppets are representation of archetypal figures related to family, I realized them many years ago and utilized for improvised storytelling.

After sleeping some year in the basement they are back; one day they whispered me about their longing to see the sunset on the beach, so we had a walk there and found a calm spot to sit down, when the sun started to arch toward the lake they told me in silence about their feeling, the short story is the only thing that can be narrated in words.