So you all might be wondering what this is right? Well let me tell you the history of this mysterious piece. 200 years ago there was a little girl. She was 5 at the time, she loved to play with her “invisible friend. Well her mom thought the friend was invisible. But not for Layla, Layla was her name, she had red curly hair, one blue eye, one green eye, naturally red lips and pale skin with freckles on her face. Layla would describe her “invisible friend” as tall. One arm was missing while the other arm was really long. The “invisible friend” had very pale skin, almost like a porcelain doll. The eyes were all black and the hair was very thick but didn’t move, as of it was sealed to its head. While Layla was playing outside with her “invisible friend” something happened her mom screamed in horror… her “invisible friend” was gone, she ran inside shouting and looking all over for her mom… nothing… everything went dark…. The next day Layla found her self in a mysterious place. It was unrecognizable. The walls were red, the floor had splatters of some thing on them. When Layla fully gained consciousness she turned her head to see her mim standing still with something around her waist. It looked like metal?! Something felt off. Her mom wasn’t blinking or talking she was just standing there. She was pale like a porcelain doll. Layla stared to cry she wanted to go back home. Once Layla had calmed down she looked up to see her “invisible friend”, it had something in its hand. Layla couldn’t move she was strapped down to the chair. Layla looked closely in her “invisible friends” hand, it had a knife, a platter, and some type of liquid. “It” made her drink the liquid, she felt the cold go through her body. She couldn’t move, it was like she was frozen. The “invisible friend” took the knife out, brought it towards her, and sliced her head off… Layla didn’t feel anything she was still conscious. She just couldn’t move her eyes or talk. All she could do was to be there on the platter on a chair in a weird place with many people looking at her. Not knowing she could see and hear.

Here we are in front of this piece at the porcelain museum looking and listening to those who lost there lives to the “invisible man”.