trying my hand at dioramas
its cardboard, MLP trading cards, mardi gras beads, a rarity doll i repainted, LPS fairies, index cards, posca markers, and an ungodly amount of hot glue
its my childhood toys that i kept and mixed with my love of the song, Pink Pony Club. the meaning behind this is that i was once a very mature child and now an immature adult, i want to be my own person but i didnt get a chance to do that during my childhood since i had to grow up too fast. im 21 years old, these are mementos from elementary school that ive held onto throughout different life stages and moves. i had such an idea of who i was going to be when i was still playing with these toys, but now i dont know who i am and ive never felt so lost. i survived, i made it, what now? i guess ill just keep on dancing.
