"Yvonne, transfigured" 

Author: Praskovia Vlasova (Girhasha)

The idea to create (design) the Doll is based on the story “Autumn” by Maxim Vlasov.

Material: LaDoll, MagicSculpt, goat heir.

Height: ~42 cm (16 in.)

Accessories: box.

Status: sold


"- Iä! Shub-Niggurath! The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young! I appeal to you, the Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young!  Iä! Shub-Niggurath! You, in whose womb life is born and dying, hear me and come to this world! – I could not understand other words of Yvonne because they resembled a mad scream of hungry birds and a buzz of swarm. I heard them in my head as a vibrating ringing, affecting every cell in my body. It seemed that this vibration covers the whole world around us: the wind, the trees, the rain and even the sky - all the chaos which was brought by the storm, suddenly transformed and obeyed to the power of words uttered by Yvonne. The howl of the wind echoed her. The trees around the field swayed to the beat of a spell like a circle dance of silent servants. Between them I have noticed ugly shadows scurrying in the darkness and a plenty of non-human eyes watching us. I do not know where they came from, but I think I've seen them before. I saw their huge round heads and webbed wings attached to a narrow body. I wanted to scream, but I was stopped by Yvonne's calm and confidence sight. She continued to speak, her arms reached out to the sky, but on the background of the dark masses of oak I could not distinguish where her fingers end and charred branches begin, which were also praying to the dark clouds about something.

- I charge you in the name of Chaos of Many Faces! Do not let this flesh dies! In exchange it will belong to you, as I belong to you! You will see by these eyes, you will hear by these ears, you'll be saturated by that mouth!"


From the history of creation: this doll was conceived as an answer to the traditional doll representing an autumn season which you can see at every exhibition in several copies. It is red-haired, in red clothes, wearing a wreath of autumn leaves and mountain ashes. Our idea of autumn, as wilting, dying, and imminent death, was originally invented by Max. After it my visual image came right in time, and then this story appeared. We were moving in the same direction, and thought about the same character, and yet our Yvonne(s) is a little different.

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