When my father was up visiting, I spotted this little “ob-gay de Art” and decided that I really had to have it. It was quirky, and cool, and a tad macabre, and fits my eclecticism.
So I got it.
But then it became where to hang it? And in the end, there was just one location that worked in my ever-shrinking wall real estate:
Aluminum skull. Resin horns. 100% fun.
But this means that I had to move “Celeste”– which then sort of screwed up my gallery wall a bit.
I’ve done some adjustment since this photo was take , but it still isn’t quite right. And I need a ladder to finish shifting things around.