There it stands, the house, drawn in pencil. It begins to fall apart. Bricks come loose from the wall, the front door falls off its hinges and walls break away. Everything sinks into endless nothingness.
My Small Doll House features a woman’s fear, fantasy, and anxious psychology toward the world by contrasting a doll and a girl playing with it in a box. The small box is a safe place hidden in her deep conscious world, but she must open it and step out of the world.
A girl draws a circle on the ground. Passers-by step into it, one by one. Soon the circle is full of people.
