Standing just over 11 inches tall, this early handmade cloth doll feels more like a figure of remembrance than a toy. Her features are hand-stitched, though time—or something else—has worn them nearly away. What remains is a vague expression and a piercing silence that seems to follow you across the room.
She wears a faded red skirt, cinched with a cracked metal belt, and a velvet-like top that clings to her padded frame. Around her neck, tiny red, white, and turquoise beads are strung like forgotten charms—protective or binding, it’s unclear. Underneath her dress, her legs are tightly wrapped in fabric and cloth tape, and her feet are covered in deep burgundy felt shoes… or perhaps slippers meant for ritual walking.
