This grrrl is dolling up

As a child, I used to collect orphan socks to turn them into rag dolls. I have never been offered a doll. I created them myself, as I shape myself today as a transexual woman. From cloths to estrogen injections, from sock shaping to facial femini-zation and scalpel. Becoming a doll means becoming more feminine and moving from one gender expression to another. I use the orphan sock as a raw material. The unique orphan sock which we no lon-ger wear and we abandon while desperately waiting to reform the pair. Its trans-formation into a little doll gives way to excess, an assembly of orphans which are woven together to create community and cohesion. I have long observed the houses of my childhood neighborhood. One day, I decided to sculpt clay miniatures of them. They tended to make me dizzy because of their resemblance. They are the symbol of a culture that I fled at the age of 15 when I understood its limits and the way I would remain locked up if I did not leave it. Today I create a new balance of power between miniature and gigantic. I give the doll the opportunity to take up space, to impose itself and to be celebrated in the middle of a space that loses its grip due to its lesser size and its dissolution.