DOLL EYES

By Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)

Artworks by Joy Mallari & Story by Eline Santos

In
this story, Eline Santos gives a different take on the usual suspense stories
for kids -- that which talks about black magic and friendship. After all, friends look after
one another just as how siblings would do.     

Pasakalye, Joy Mallari, 2009 - 2010, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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Quiapo is a labyrinth of stores that sells everything from the mundane — such as stolen cell phones and seventy-five-peso slippers — to the arcane.

Masid, Joy Mallari, 2009 - 2010, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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In one of these shops, there was a doll maker with a bat-winged store. And her brand of magic was the sinister kind.

Manang Bolabola would sit outside her little shop, eyes halfclosed, as if sleeping. But the truth was she saw, smelled, and heard everything. She was watching and waiting for the right kind of material to make her dolls with.

Laruan, Joy Mallari, 2009 - 2010, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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Her dolls looked ordinary enough. Piles of plastic dolls with blinking blue or brown eyes were on display together with orange, purple and white teddy bears, as well as heart-shaped pillows, and pink pigs with curly tails.

Silid, Joy Mallari, 2009 - 2010, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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Manang Bolabola had a secret collection, however, hidden away at the back of the store.

The hidden dolls were very beautiful and made of costly materials like delicate porcelain and rich ivory. Their most marvelous feature was their eyes. Each doll’s eye was a precious gemstone.

Silip, Joy Mallari, 2009 - 2010, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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One would have eyes the color of sunshine trapped in amber while another, moonlight glowing from a dark, velvet gaze. Yet another would have the echoing remains of rainbow-twinkling laughter, and another, a gentle whisper of the most serene blue.

Each doll was unique. Not one was for sale.

Gigil, Joy Mallari, 2009 - 2010, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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She scanned the crowd.

There.

The doll maker sensed the little girl. Alone. A street urchin. One of seven kids. Blood ties broken. Hurting, hurting, hurting…

Manang Bolabola licked her lips. Yes. This one was ripe for the picking.

Akit, Joy Mallari, 2009 - 2010, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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With a wave of her hand, she beckoned the little girl to come over. Obediently, the child approached.

“What is it, lola?”

The doll maker smiled, whispered in the girl’s ear, and drew back the curtains of the shop entrance. The girl stepped inside.

Kisapmata, Joy Mallari, 2009 - 2010, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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When Manang Bolabola came out, there was a new doll in her secret room, with eyes the color of twilight that had been grazed by the twinkle of the first evening star.

Alok, Joy Mallari, 2009 - 2010, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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In the streets and stalls of Quiapo, flowers are sold in bulk at the lowest prices. Tin and other sampaguita vendors got their daily supply of the sweet-smelling flowers here.

It was January. Competition was tough as people are less likely to buy after the holidays.

Gunita, Joy Mallari, 2009 - 2010, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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Tin worried about Ella.

The girls shared a very special bond, maybe because they were both born on Christmas day. They looked out for each other and always knew each other’s thoughts and feelings, even without speaking.

Tin hoped Ella was not in trouble. But she had not seen her since yesterday and she could not quell the uneasy feeling in her heart.

Hubog, Joy Mallari, 2009 - 2010, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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In the secret room, the shelves were filled with dolls of every shape and size. Many of the girls were in Maria Clara dresses and baro’t saya while the boys were in barong. A few wore exotic, tribal clothing. There were also some in Western-style clothes, kimonos, and cheongsams.

Ella could see her ivory hands and a cry began to rise from her porcelain throat — but the scream was frozen inside and no one could hear her. No one, that is, except her fellow dolls.

Mangha, Joy Mallari, 2009 - 2010, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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You do not want to call the attention of the doll maker.

Ella heard a voice in her head and she knew it was the doll beside her.

She might harvest your eyes, warned another voice.

“Harvest my eyes?” Ella wondered.

She collects us for our souls, the voices continued to explain. The essence of it is in our eyes and when she has need of it, she harvests them and then we are no more.

Bulong, Joy Mallari, 2009 - 2010, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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Ella shuddered. You still move. Somebody still thinks of you.

That was when Ella felt her own fingers bend somewhat, though she could not clench them in her fear and anger.

“What happens when you are forgotten?”

You are frozen forever. There is no chance of escape.

“How?” Ella asked. “How can we escape?”

We do not know. The voices then fell silent for a long time.

Kutob, Joy Mallari, 2009 - 2010, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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Tin woke up in a cold sweat, gulping in lungfuls of air, trying not to scream. In her dream, she had been frozen and was unable to move. Instinctively, she knew. Ella, where are you?

In the chilly, predawn darkness, Tin dressed. She had no idea where to go or what to do, but she felt compelled to move.

I must find Ella.

Hangos, Joy Mallari, 2009 - 2010, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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Although she was early, there was a mass of people already milling about. Tin remembered then that it was the feast of the Black Nazarene. In that chaos, Tin knew it was more likely that she would get crushed and trampled on, rather than find her missing friend. Silently, she begged the heavens for help.

She walked among the stalls and stores calling for Ella in her mind. How she knew where to go, she could not explain.

Agam-agam, Joy Mallari, 2009 - 2010, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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Before she knew it, she was standing in front of a store with plastic dolls, teddy bears, and curly-tailed pigs. Despite the ordinariness of the shop’s appearance, the hairs on her nape stood on end, warning her.

Outside, an old woman sat on a stool, sleeping.

Something inside her warned her to be very, very careful.

Abot, Joy Mallari, 2009 - 2010, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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When she bumped into a tall, dark man, she almost gave a shout. But the man with the thorny-looking hat had the kindest eyes and she knew that he was there to help. He put his finger to his lips and placed something in her hand.

It was a plastic water gun filled with a blood-colored liquid. Before she could ask or thank him, he was gone.

Carefully, Tin made her way to the back of the shop, lifted the flap and crawled underneath.

Aninag, Joy Mallari, 2009 - 2010, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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Immediately, Tin felt suffocated. She felt watched by hundreds of eyes as fear rooted her legs in place.

She heard the soft swish of a curtain. “Hello,” the doll maker grinned. “Admiring my doll collection, I see. Not very nice of you, sneaking in. All you had to do was ask and I would have warmly welcomed you.”

The hairs on the back of Tin’s neck wanted to pop out of their roots, but something in the old lady’s voice was strangely compelling.

Hikayat, Joy Mallari, 2009 - 2010, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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“Would you like some chocolate, love?”

Tin’s first instinct was to say no, but the woman looked kindly at her.

“If you eat this,” she continued, “you will never be cold or hungry again. You will no longer have to work or study. You will be beautiful, wear pretty clothes, and make many new friends.”

Wari, Joy Mallari, 2009 - 2010, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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Tin felt her fear fade.

Slowly, she reached for the chocolate. Then the room became heavy again, as hundreds of unheard screams weighed down on her shoulders.

“Go on, my dear, take a bite.”

Tin bit halfway into the chocolate and as the sweet melted on her tongue, Ella’s voice was suddenly in her head.

STOP!

Balintataw, Joy Mallari, 2009 - 2010, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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And she remembered her quest — and the water gun! She pointed the toy at the crone and squeezed before her fingers began to stiffen. Tin blacked out to the sounds of one old lady’s terrible scream and a multitude of children’s voices shouting, shouting, shouting…

Saysay, Joy Mallari, 2009 - 2010, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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When she awoke, Tin was outside the stall. Ella was beside her.

“What happened?”

“Everyone has gone their way.” Ella explained that the dolls were now real children again.

“The old woman?”

“Whatever was in your gun wrapped itself around her and bound her tightly,” Ella whispered in awe.

Umaga, Joy Mallari, 2009 - 2010, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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“Then what?”

Ella pointed to a ratty, old rag doll with black button eyes atop the teddy bears.

“That’s her,” Ella shrugged.

“Okay,” said Tin.

The girls then held hands, walked away, and disappeared into the crowds of Quiapo.

Credits: Story

First published in hardcover by CANVAS, 2010
Online e-book version 2010
Printed in the Republic of the Philippines
Book and Cover Design by Daniel Palma Tayona
Photography by Mike Cheung and Ocs Alvarez

To download a free copy of Doll Eyes, visit www.canvas.ph.

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The story featured may in some cases have been created by an independent third party and may not always represent the views of the institutions, listed below, who have supplied the content.
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