One of mysteries of photographic art, is how a gaze or look through the lens-maker captures more than just an image or a moment: as in literature or music, a sensitive photographer, an artist, captures also emotions, feelings and silences.
This photo, apparently so simple, is a prodigious of eloquence: a dollhouse, anything more feminine, nothing more representative in sentimental learning of little girls, opening its doors to a sensitive adult hand who add furniture or do some maneuvering.
The "invasion" of adult world in this tiny female space, and could have been unsettling as it is ... the "antagonistic", "realistic", "big" worker hand arm, touch delicate and oddly the little princess belongings. And it is precisely that woman' arm, where veins protrude like someone who was working hard, as if that were a real cradle crib and not a toy-filled the recipient of a sunbeam which stains the creamy and gold tones who bathe the scene.
This is not a "selfportrait": is a portrait narrated in first person. Photographs of Slairea always been a beautiful enigma to me. I can contemplate them for hours, trying to figure out the magic, more than technique, and I can only think that it allows her soul take over her look: she can to be her own spectator; viewed HER from OUTSIDE from her.
The title of the picture can not be more precise, but not obvious: the change is much deeper than it is hinted, and involves not only the strong hand that contemplate furnishing of a Doll House who represented to an integral person: is a change that goes beyond the look and personal life of the artist, and us all.