A quiet double begins to move

In one corner of my studio, a puppet has started to come to life.
She has my face — or something close to it.
Not an exact replica, but a distilled version.
A possible me. A constructed self.

I’ve been working on her slowly. Making joints. Adding weight. Adjusting posture.
She is made for animation, but there’s more to her than motion.
She’s a stand-in, a companion, maybe even a mirror.
Not just a puppet, but a soft question:

What parts of me do I choose to bring forward? And what do I leave hidden?

Working on her has been strange in a good way. A bit like exhaling through my hands.
There’s a quiet power in building yourself from the outside in.
Not to control or define — but to observe. To give shape to something you can move with.
She’s already learning to walk.