Putting dead shit in resin

So quarantine activities... yeah. Ha, not those kind *wink*. 

Life changed a lot in 2020. I attempted to lease-purchase a house, and that didn't work out. I was heartbroken to say the least, and subsequently became "couch-surfing" homeless. Without friends and neighbors that opened their homes to me, I would have been in a shelter with my two dogs.

I'd wanted to do more things connected to the earth, hiking, foraging. I loved the concept of placing things in resin to be suspended there, forever. I was fascinated with the pyramid pours and crystal-shaped pieces that I found online. None of them seemed to have in them what I was looking for, so I decided to hop on eBay (because fuck Jeff Bezos and his bullshit treatment of his workers at Amazon) and order some starter kits.

This shit is an EXPENSIVE-ass habit, y'all.

I made some jewelry, and lollipops, from dead flies and wasps at Greg & Sandy's. 

I got a little better at it.

I started to order crystal chip lots on eBay when we moved into Phyllis the Farmhouse in September (that's a whole 'nother story, but anyways, I digress). This became a WHOLE NEW ADDICTION. There is an ENTIRE world out there that I hadn't explored... and I was fascinated. I placed and layered chips, stones, crystals, dead shit... and I enjoyed it immensely. I started making random things for people, monogram keychains, ugly bugs in paperweights, dead crawdads (because resin'ing ANYTHING alive is pretty psychopathic) at picnic scenes in dioramas... yep. 

I had found an entirely new way to express myself creatively while using the (totally unnecessary, mass numbers of) items found while foraging that I frequently collect and leave in my purse for surprised bailiffs to dig through for work/court hearings. Insert toothy grin.

So, enjoy! There's something on there for everybody, if you like items of the forest, streams, or magick persuasion. 

Artful Dead Things