Cat-Mauled Doll

She was lying around, her hair all frizzed out in a fine fuzzy cloud stuck to her green hat. The hat itself had come off her wee bald head, just managing to hang on by a fibre. I thought she was begging to be drawn, my friend's little daughter's forgotten doll. So I rummaged about in my son's cupboard and came up with the ideal prop to set her off: a little ceramic teapot that he used to play with before he learnt that he was living in a gendered world.





I think that it makes a charming picture, the detritus of two childhoods... three, if you count the kitten's. Done in watercolours and Micron pen on handmade paper.