In a dusty glass cabinet there stood posed was a tigress empress of immense beauty. The tigress empress’s silent screams were plain on her horrible yet beautiful face. Mouth wide, eyes bright with fire and a row of sharp, experienced teeth. Her gown was elegant, her stature inviting but beware the tigress empress! For though she may look wooden, her ferocity was not been left behind in her native kingdom of Java.
Once an empress, now a puppet. She stands and waits to be recognized. Perhaps they will know her as her true self and see a tigress and not a wooden doll, an empress and not a cloth skirt. She was once an evil queen, or a goddess, whichever tale was being told. She was alive, with purpose and the conviction only a storey can convey. Across the stage she danced. She was part of that storey. She was part of that lesson. They all knew her as she saw herself, a villan, “Oh yes!” She thought to herself “A necessary evil in a long line of moral tales. ”
The tigress empress became invigorated by the memories of past glories and with renewed self-worth, stood just long enough in that class cabinet for someone to notice and see her as she truly was; a Tigress Empress of Indonesia.
-Jemma
Here is a blurb about the cool Indonesian puppets on display if anyone wants to know some real history:
