I caught Nosferatu on A & E, just lucky timing, as it began. There are some truly beautiful scenes, like vintage postcards, in that film. Still influenced by readings on rats, I watched as I worked on this sculpture of a Poppet plague doctor, complete with compliment of, well, rats in the hem of his robe. When I sat it down I caught the eye of my puppet, beloved puppet, who at times truly creeps me out, even after all these years. I think I managed to catch that here for you. Maybe. Look closely. Give it a moment. Time now for sleep. Early day tomorrow, but as I shut things down and turn out the lights, I suspect puppet's afterimage will stick with me through my dreams.
I hope not, actually.