I see a line of bottle dolls cascading across a shelf and falling in slow, deliberate motion off the edge. Following each other like lemmings off a cliff. They are all awkward bottle shapes with solid bodies - you wonder how they could walk in anything other than a shuffle. Some of them have doors and windows cut out of their torsos with different scenes in each one - like a series of clotheslines strung between apartment building windows, a red umbrella floating against a sea of clouds. A rain of keys and odd bronze objects - gears and unidentifiable components. I know there are more but I can't tell what they are. Buoyant, silly and sad. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.