These microcosms, these snap shots of tiny paper universes, seem to amuse me the longer I look at each one. The stationary and unmoving characters might be frozen in time, static if you will, but that doesn’t stop my rampant imagination from filling them with dynamic personalities. Each scene is a page of book; very curious and lacking context when alone. I can’t help but set the scene and live vicariously through my little paper people. I found these intensely intricate miniature models in the gift store of Tokyo’s Mori Art Museum displayed among the prints and postcards of various works that were being featured. I like to image a scenario where at night, when the clerks leave and the lights are turned off, the small people come to life and partake in the same adventure and drama that we all do.
Over the next few days I want to explore these secret universes. Explain their pocket-sized lives in a tiny 300 words or less. My take is of course just one possibility and if you see the scenario unfolding in a different way, then by all means share. So let’s explore these tiny worlds, these paper universes.