Maribelle Mourne was stitched from rebellion. A once-forgotten voodoo doll left behind in the rafters of a crumbling carnival tent, she was brought back to life by stories no one else would tell — stories too raw, too strange, too real for the polished hands of “the suits.” With eyes made to see beyond the curtain and a spine stuffed with secrets, Maribelle is the eternal guardian of the wild, the weird, and the uncensored. She doesn’t answer to studios, gatekeepers, or anyone who calls themselves a “creative executive.” She answers only to the creators — the ones with ink-stained fingers, frayed nerves, and untamed visions. 

At Voodoo Dollie Productions, Maribelle stands at the threshold where dream meets disruption. She protects the stories too bold for boardrooms, too dark for daylight, and too honest to be safe. If you hear her music box play, you’re already part of the resistance. 

Maribelle Mourne: stitched by outsiders, for outsiders. And she doesn’t dance for suits.