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Crafting Bodies
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The crafting of bodies is a ritual as old as time. Representing the human form using non-human materials is a foundational feature of storytelling, learning, devotion and novelty.
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The Museum of Fear and Wonder presents a new collection of crafted bodies in the form of automatons, mannequins, waxworks, votive figures and medical anatomies. By contrasting these wondrous figures, the barrier between genre and function loosens—allowing the distinction between body and object to do the same.
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Crafting Bodies
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The crafting of bodies is a ritual as old as time. Representing the human form using non-human materials is a foundational feature of storytelling, learning, devotion and novelty.
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The Museum of Fear and Wonder presents a new collection of crafted bodies in the form of automatons, mannequins, waxworks, votive figures and medical anatomies. By contrasting these wondrous figures, the barrier between genre and function loosens—allowing the distinction between body and object to do the same.
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Crafting Bodies
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The crafting of bodies is a ritual as old as time. Representing the human form using non-human materials is a foundational feature of storytelling, learning, devotion and novelty.
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The Museum of Fear and Wonder presents a new collection of crafted bodies in the form of automatons, mannequins, waxworks, votive figures and medical anatomies. By contrasting these wondrous figures, the barrier between genre and function loosens—allowing the distinction between body and object to do the same.
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Fear is a profound part of childhood—everything and everyone looms large.
Children’s own imaginations are often the greatest ally to fear. When children see something unexpected or mysterious, they remember. It imprints and assumes mythological proportions. That is why objects can so easily become frightening. In broad daylight, they are harmless props. But with the proper sense of theatre they grow like shadows to mingle with one's memories.
How do feared objects help form our identity, shaping us as individuals? As we age, do they recede into nostalgia or continue to loom in our subconscious?
