twirling corn husk doll

I spent the month of November at the Lake House Workshop, outside of Montreal. One of the exercises we did was to draw a character who was part vegetable/plant/fruit, part human.

When I was little, I was fascinated by the collection of corn husk dolls my great aunt had, arrayed in a glass-fronted box. They churned butter and swept the box’s floor, all with faces blank of expression.

In memory of that, I drew a corn husk doll come to life, so happy to be free of her box that she twirls like Julie Andrews on a mountaintop.