Monday, July 28, 2014
Miss Emily D.
When I began preparing this doll figure, I wanted to convey my nostalgic feelings for that old-fashioned thing called 'letter writing'. The kind that used pen and ink, script or print by the writer's own hand -- written, folded, sealed into an addressed envelope and sent on its way - with the writer hoping that it would arrive at its destination safely.
One of my favorite poets, Emily Dickinson, was a great letter writer. Being the recluse that she was, this was often her best way to communicate with others.
In looking at some of her letters, I had to chuckle, because most of them began with an apology for 'being so late or tardy' in getting back to the person she was writing to. That seems to be a universal and timeworn thing that letter writers do - apologize for their slowness in returning a letter. I know that I always do - because I am always behind.
Thank you Emily for all of the words you laid down on paper -- they are lovely.
"They might not need me; but they might. I'll let my head be just in sight; a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity." -