These not-quite human creations have consistently found their way into my work and I’m not yet sure exactly why. Each mannequin is made in the same manner, but they have their own unique characteristics, sort of like we do. With their perfectly shaped figures, they appear to gaze over all of us flawed individuals. They symbolize what society dictates we should strive for no matter how unattainable it may be for us mere humans. Yet despite their carefully crafted image, they are sometimes discarded, left undressed in a window as only a torso or an arm.