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Post by avocadojoe on Aug 31, 2020 7:37:43 GMT
If there's one thing that haunted my childhood homelife, it was bonsai trees. I would save money to try and buy my mother a small cloisonne pot for her birthday and my sister liked those deadly dragon crystals, like those of swarovski. At times it felt like everything around me was miniature, including my mother, my sister and the women in my family. Things could quickly become claustrophobic, like I was living in a Charles Band horror movie. My mother was, probably, around 5'0" (shorter now), whereas my father was around 6'1", so my sister and I came out somewhere inbetween. We all admired the trees.
I do like Bonsai trees. I think they're completely charming. But I tend to think of "miniatures" as being charming, like those little mini liquor bottles and demi tasse cups. I don't know if it has anything to do with your perspective of fear, but Bonsai trees do have a quality that is magical and dreamlike. So I can see this element of "unreal" being eerie
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