Elise Goldstein
And she said to him, "But please sir, the bubbles are so flimsy. If you stick one with your finger it'll burst." And she said to him, "But please sir, the bubbles are so flimsy. If you stick one with your finger it'll burst." And she said to him, "But please sir, the bubbles are so flimsy. If you stick one with your finger it'll burst." And she said to him, "But please sir, the bubbles are so flimsy. If you stick one with your finger it'll burst." And she said to him, "But please sir, the bubbles are so flimsy. If you stick one with your finger it'll burst."
And she said to him, "But please sir, the bubbles are so flimsy. If you stick one with your finger it'll burst."
And she said to him, "But please sir, the bubbles are so flimsy. If you stick one with your finger it'll burst."

September 2006
Marble chips; zinc embossments; sewn, cut, flocked and cast paper
8' x 5' x 3'

This piece is intended to blend an airy fantasy with what could be viewed as a sort of aftermath. A vacant dress lies on the ground, perhaps embodied by an invisible child, with the skirt pushed up suspiciously. The bubble bottle has been toppled over; the soap has been spilt. All the while paper bubbles, each with embossments of different dollhouses, float away accompanied by their hovering, flocked wolves.
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