A dear friend just had a birthday. This image seems to hold a lot of meaning for all of us this year, so I decided to make use it in a found pocket watch. The watch already was monogramed with 2 of the 3 correct initials.
Jeanne did her flower magic, and we added some skeleton hand salad tongs, because they are just cool, as well as useful, if you happen to have some salad.
Here’s something I’ve been playing with – using the dioramas to build sequential narratives. It’s a character study in comic form, if you will. I got the idea a while ago. Here’s the scoop:
After the Second American Civil War, but before WWIII, a villain released cosmic space dust into the atmosphere. As a result, new beings joined us, and it was just the beginning.
Watch out for the space dust.
The inspiration for this comes from family, and in particular, my grandmother.
Rosamond Laurie Doran died before I was born, in Panama. She was a nurse.
The names on the tombstones belong to the dead raccoons that were killed by cars. They are buried in my yard.
There is a ghost in the clock – shrouded, because I’ve never met this particular ghost.
Above the bolo knife is a painting my grandmother made. It’s the only thing I have of hers. It hangs in my dining room, and she signed it. She was quite beautiful.
I often sense that she looks after me.