Childhood Shit

When I was home for Christmas, things took a desperate turn and I started going though old childhood crap just to keep busy. Buried deep in a box of children's books and a few stuffed animals was the thing shown above. An ugly fucking puppet that I made God-knows-when.

I think this was an art project from like 3rd grade or so. My mother is convinced that it was my rendition of Mr. Bill (evidently I went through some sort of Mr. Bill phase back then). All I know is that it looks like a papier mache blowup doll designed by Edvard Munch.

My mom tried to get me to take it home in my luggage, but I would have none of it. So she sent it to me.

Now I have this nightmare sitting in my office/den staring at me. What was she thinking?

What was I thinking when I made it???