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Ladies of the Mannequin (Part I)

Over a year ago "The Bay" closed in Eastgate Square. They were selling all of their fixtures, and by the end they were selling all of their fixtures for very little.

I bought three mannequin busts. No arms, no waist, no head; I think they were meant to model bras.

I decided to name them after female literary icons, so that perhaps their names could empower them, even when their "perfect" breasts seemed to degrade them. Margaret Atwood, Virginia Woolf and Sylvia Plath, my girls.

I soon realized three mannequin busts was too many for any one person to have, So I gave one away. Virginia Woolf was itching to see the world so I gave her to my good friend Sarah Bardwell. Now Virginia is in good hands, even though she has none herself. I asked Sarah to send me pictures whenever she gets around to incorporating her into a piece.

I have actually been the patron of a few of Sarah's works... haha, I will post some pictures here soon.

Next to leave the nest was Margaret Atwood. I decided to decorate her and give her to Alyson for Christmas. I cut out floral prints from magazines and nearly covered her.

Alyson was kind enough to take pictures:









That leaves Sylvia Plath. My mannequin, my friend. For almost a year she has hung on my wall in a pink training bra, but that is the case no longer. Last week I dressed her up and brought her to school for a visual literacy project, she went over very well. I need to take a photo of her for my professor, I will post it here.


Sylvia was only playing dress-up though, I have not decided on how she will look permanently, I am still waiting for inspiration.

Thanks for listening.