Wednesday, May 14, 2008

The hand project X: paperdolls


I have two girl cousins of my age (we are only a couple months apart) with whom I have grown, year after year, week after week, summer after summer. When we spoke of our childhood and our present life we can analyze ourselves without fear of getting anybody pissed off. We accept ourselves as we are. And we are different. For us it's easy to see how our personalities have developed throughout time: M was a rebel then, now is exquisite and has great taste, always a fighter, rather fortunate and a level ahead of us in everything. A is brilliant, acute, realistic, familiar and not much interested in being meticulous.

When we were kids we played with paperdolls. We built houses for them, we created families and clothing. M was careful, a perfectionist and had paperdoll families impersonating tv series or comic books we hadn't heard of yet.

A chose to create large families, with enormous cars and M got upset because A could not handle them all too well. I was in the middle. We had a lot of fun. Those games have a lot to do with how we are now.



M's hands


Tengo dos primas de mi edad (tan sólo nos llevamos unos meses arriba o abajo) con las que he crecido, año tras año, semana tras semana, verano tras verano. Cuando hablamos de nuestra niñez y de nuestra vida actual las tres podemos diseccionarnos sin temor a molestar. Nos aceptamos como somos. Y somos diferentes. Con el tiempo te das cuenta de cómo se fueron desarrollando nuestras personalidades: M fue rebelde, es exquisita y derrocha buen gusto, siempre peleona, afortunada y un nivel por delante de nosotras en todas las fases de la vida. A es brillante, aguda, realista, familiar y poco dada a la meticulosidad.


Cuando éramos pequeñas jugábamos a recortables. Les construíamos casas, creábamos familias y vestuario. M era cuidadosa, detallista y tenía unas familias de recortables a la última. Además imitaba series de televisión o comics de los que nosotras ni siquiera habíamos oído hablar. A siempre optaba por crear familias numerosas, con coches enormes y M se enfadaba porque A no podía manejarlos a todos bien. Yo estaba en el medio. Nos reíamos mucho. Aquellos juegos tienen mucho que ver con quién somos ahora.




A's hands

13 comments:

karina said...

Que lindo eso de crecer con primas, yo soy 20 años mas chica que mis hermanos y primos, que envidia me daban todas sus aventuras compartidas.

Aran said...

Yo nunca tuve una hermana y tampoco jugaba mucho con mis primas que a pesar de vivir al lado, mas jovenes que yo. Creo que eso me ha marcado mucho ya que siempre he querido una hermana y siento que busco eso en otras mujeres. Mas que una simple amistad. Curioso.

me encanta este proyecto tuyo de las manos!

Rina said...

Esti, que hermoso, que bueno poder compartir con tus primas las cosas que les gusten y que puedan hablar de como fueron evolucionando cada una. Me encanta los dibujos de las manos.
Un abrazo.

Stardust said...

Cute cousin story. I was pretty close to my cousins too, when I was little. Saw them everyday, as we lived next to each other. Nowadays I like to tease my male cousin about his role (Cheetah) in our Tarzan game ; )

hannna said...

that is so nice about cousins; you can be as different as ever but somehow the blood connection makes everything acceptable, subconsciously.

Kelly C. said...

Beautiful post, Esti. Isn't it amazing how we can go past all of the little things with some people and just *be*? Wonderful.

mansuetude said...

nothing like cousins and for me my sisters--who know me always... its a great place to grow and test our love and voice our differences cause we are always each others!! always.

Mrs.French said...

Such a stunning post...thank you once again for your words, photos and beautiful drawings.

Eli said...

Butterflies and babushkas, nice!

Marie-Louise said...

I just want to say that I like your hands (again)!

TokyoBunnie said...

Oooh I love those hands with the dolls!

FruensWerk said...

I love every hand you make ES...:DDDDD

comfies said...

i love these hands and the stories about your childhood. and thank you for your note on my blog. i'm so sorry about your mom, i'll send good thoughts her way...