Puppet (2013)
“The gift of life is thine.”
The Blue Fairy 1 –––––––– I like to watch silly videos from years and years ago of marionettes and their thick, enslaving strings. The puppeteer’s fingers flying in odd positions as they manipulate the life of their doll. The puppet as it dances or walks or jumps, coming to life with the flick of a finger, spinning alive and then melting back into listlessness. I wonder at how a puppet can look so animate, like a living thing, when only moments before it had been ...a pile of wood, paint and tangled strings. The painted faces of the marionettes almost bother me; the way they appear soulless yet alive and although my skin crawls, I am implicitly drawn to the small moving figure on the screen. I can understand Jed’s obsession with them, although I can’t really relate to it. They’re mesmerizing and sometimes beautiful, but I don’t really like them. They creep me out more than they pull me in. I watch a video of a small, sad-looking puppet as the strings yank him to life and he starts to move around. The puppeteer subtly moves the puppet as if displaying facial expressions and contemplation, telling the story of a doll who realizes he is nothing more than a marionette. He stares up at the puppeteer and the strings attaching him to this undeniably powerful force as if realizing that he has never had any choices over his life and he never will. In a way, it makes me think of myself; like someone else is always holding my strings, pulling me this way and that, manipulating my life through a series of twists and turns. Jed is in many ways my ‘puppeteer’, though I don’t stare up at him gloomily like the marionette in the video. Jed saved me from my former life and although that freedom came with a price, I know it was well worth it. I feel gratitude towards Jed for bringing me the closest to a family I’ve ever known. And I owe him everything I have. He saved me from a fate I’d been fighting, and in return, I have to hold up my end of the deal. I still can’t believe it’s only been a few months. A few months since I was nothing more than a troublemaker and a mouth to feed in an over crowded orphanage filled with grungy children and grumpy caretakers. And then again, only a few days. I stare down at my hands suddenly feeling as if they are no longer my own. Only a few days...MoreLess
The Blue Fairy 1 –––––––– I like to watch silly videos from years and years ago of marionettes and their thick, enslaving strings. The puppeteer’s fingers flying in odd positions as they manipulate the life of their doll. The puppet as it dances or walks or jumps, coming to life with the flick of a finger, spinning alive and then melting back into listlessness. I wonder at how a puppet can look so animate, like a living thing, when only moments before it had been ...a pile of wood, paint and tangled strings. The painted faces of the marionettes almost bother me; the way they appear soulless yet alive and although my skin crawls, I am implicitly drawn to the small moving figure on the screen. I can understand Jed’s obsession with them, although I can’t really relate to it. They’re mesmerizing and sometimes beautiful, but I don’t really like them. They creep me out more than they pull me in. I watch a video of a small, sad-looking puppet as the strings yank him to life and he starts to move around. The puppeteer subtly moves the puppet as if displaying facial expressions and contemplation, telling the story of a doll who realizes he is nothing more than a marionette. He stares up at the puppeteer and the strings attaching him to this undeniably powerful force as if realizing that he has never had any choices over his life and he never will. In a way, it makes me think of myself; like someone else is always holding my strings, pulling me this way and that, manipulating my life through a series of twists and turns. Jed is in many ways my ‘puppeteer’, though I don’t stare up at him gloomily like the marionette in the video. Jed saved me from my former life and although that freedom came with a price, I know it was well worth it. I feel gratitude towards Jed for bringing me the closest to a family I’ve ever known. And I owe him everything I have. He saved me from a fate I’d been fighting, and in return, I have to hold up my end of the deal. I still can’t believe it’s only been a few months. A few months since I was nothing more than a troublemaker and a mouth to feed in an over crowded orphanage filled with grungy children and grumpy caretakers. And then again, only a few days. I stare down at my hands suddenly feeling as if they are no longer my own. Only a few days...MoreLess
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