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Secret Admiration, 2012

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delivering admirations

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knowing you’re admired

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The Bell, the Wolf and the Wishing Girl, 2013

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The Bell, the Wolf and the Wishing Girl, 2013

55.6. E. M. Alysse Bowd, 2013.

The Bell, the Wolf and the Wishing Girl, 2013

The Bell, the Wolf and the Wishing Girl was a bell ringing ceremony that brought 300 porcelain bells from the Borreby Castle grounds, the fairy world in which they were forged, across a stone bridge and into our world. Each bell was rung from one world into the next as they made their individual journey in the gloved fingers of the high priestess. Like a pied piper, the high priestess lead each bell across the moat, and with each trip opened the portal between the worlds a little wider, and let a little more magic flicker through.

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The Wishing Girl, 2014

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The Wishing Girl, 2014

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The Wishing Girl, 2014

Acting as a medium between our world and a world of fairy tale, I encouraged gallery visitors to select a wish and to whisper that wish into one of the the small, porcelain objects I had for them to take. By means of the whisper that object became a personification of the wish. The participant would hold on firmly to their wish in one hand, leaving their other hand to hold mine. I would stand on a stool select the bell I thought most likely to work for their wish, reach high above my head and ring their wish into the world in which wishes come true.

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Loves-me, Loves-me-not, 2015

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Loves-me, Loves-me-not, 2015

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Loves-me, Loves-me-not, 2015

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Loves-me, Loves-me-not, 2015

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Loves-me, Loves-me-not, 2015

Gallery guests were invited to select a flower from the display and pluck each petal reciting the familiar fortune telling of loves-me-loves-me-not until the final petal was plucked. I asked them to think of someone they loved or were curious about their love while they plucked. They would tell me their fate and hang a porcelain sign, like a tally sheet, beneath a chart titles either loves me, or loves me not.

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