I don't see myself as the decorative type. However, a lifetime of gifts, yardsales, and thriftshops has wound up accumulating into a rather distinctive style.
If you click on this image and roam around a little bit, you'll have a fair notion of what it's like inside my skull.
Of course I have bowls of dead bugs sitting around. No, they're not for snacking.
Of course I have random piles of carrion scattered about. No, they are not the result of snacking.
I saw this in the grocery store some twenty years ago and I knew that some day I was gonna run across a turkey that needed lifting. I'm ready for him.
Yes, that's a sickle and a mask. Everybody needs a hobby.
It's funny -- I picked up the Poe and Van Gogh toys on two consecutive weekends at two different yardsales. Paid fifty cents for one, a quarter for the other. They're both important figures to me. (Shit. That's a pun, isn't it?)
But just remember, oafboy, you want their drive and their talents. Not their fucking careers.