Clay's Record

A stall overflows with porcelain dolls, nearly indistinguishable save for the fluctuating price tags beneath them. Handling one leaves a film of gritty clay dust on the skin, imperceptible shifts accruing with each touch—a subtle reshaping mirroring countless prior interactions. These aren’t found objects but are built through repeated selection and small adjustments, an equilibrium sustained by anonymous hands enacting agency choice. Gazes linger across their faces; it is not clear whether these dolls reflect a self, or simply await one.