My cousin and I went to breakfast a few days ago and we were talking about our connection and interest in the paranormal and other oddities. We have together and separately experienced some seriously creepy ass unexplainable shit and I have always felt like I was haunted and somewhat clairvoyant. Whenever we get into those discussions our grandma Sue usually comes up. The house she owned when I was growing up was haunted as fuck, some man drown his son in the bathtub before she bought the place. I’m unsure if she knew about it before she moved in, or if weird shit started happening after and she researched and found out about it. She would have seances and psychics come to the house. Once, she even had Sylvia Brown do a reading for her. She also loved wizards and unicorn, I think I defiantly get my weirdness from her <3.
There was this curio cabinet in her family room that she kept some of her mystical treasures in. she had a crystal ball, all different kinds of stones and crystals. She also kept old photographs and her poetry books in it, some of which was her own writing. I was always very curious about what was inside that cabinet and sometimes she would let me open it and check out what was inside. After she passed away her things were not well taken care of which I was super pissed and sad about. The Curio Cabinet was one of the few things that didn’t get sold or destroyed, my Uncle J had it. He gave it to me a few months ago along with other antique furniture from his house. Today I finally cleaned it up and put all of my own “odds and ends” in it. I’m so grateful that he gave it to me because its like having a piece of her and a cherished part of my childhood.
Sir Quackles (named by my son) joined my family of other dead things over the weekend. He’s pretty cute huh. The wings I plan on using in an art project.
I drove a hour to pick up my seahorse today in Phoenix at The Curious Nature Shop. I was searously temped to buy everything in the store. The girl at the front counter was super sweet, I believe her name was Heather. We talked for awhile about the shop and how I had taken an interest in taxidermy. I showed her photos of Charlie, the coyote skull that I proceed and she thought he was beautiful. Not just beautiful because of the art piece that I made but because I brought life to a tragic situation. They offer taxidermy and entomology classes in the shop which has me excited!
I also found this creepy antique shop that had an old traction elevator door with a lock on it and a buzzer that you had to push to be let inside the building. This old man who looked like he stepped out of Stephen King book greeted me with a crooked smile. His name is Joe. Joe is actually a kind warm hearted soul once you get past the creepiness. I felt an eerie presence while I was walking around the maze of stuff. I wanted to keep looking but I left because I felt overwhelmed. Really fucking odd.
I decided to stop at a bookstore after that to see if I could find a Father’s Day gift for my husband. I met an author/poet who was there doing a book signing. His book is a combination of poetry, prose and short stories that took him forty years to complete. He originally wasn’t going to publish it because it was personal stuff but his kids convinced him to. I could have talked to him all night but I was exhausted.
I’m falling asleep as I type this. Time for bed.
I started the drying process on my Coyote skull today. I’m pretty happy with how they came out and from what I’ve read they will dry lighter then the color they are now. I will more then likely use the same maceration process on my next set of bones.
I can’t wait to start the creative process for this piece!!