Brooke Weston
Brooke Weston makes interesting mixed media sculpture, in which animals house tiny worlds within them.
From the artist bio:
Her work is primarily made from old taxidermy and almost all recycled material. Almost all of her pieces share the concept of small worlds and dioramas situated in objects. She gathers inspiration from antique fairy tale illustrations, amusement parks and artists like Bosch and Joe Coleman.
It might be wise for every human being to take a step back and view him/herself as an empty bust. What would decorate the inside of yours?
Perhaps there is a rare skin condition among deer that looks like a rash of villages and ships. (Kidding! I love the imagination here)
Ah, come have a seat by the fire…in this goat neck.
SheWalksSoftly 
August 10, 2014 at 4:22 pm
Coolsville! What a unique vision. One can only have so many dear heads around the home before they start to look so humdrum. It would be wonderful to dig into the damaged neck of the bear and moose taxidermy that Grandfather shot -yet again- while sleepwalking. 😉 I think her work has inspired me to try my hand it something similar.
August 10, 2014 at 11:51 pm
Hahaha…all the humdrum deer heads!
August 10, 2014 at 6:31 pm
‘…that Grandfather shot -yet again- while sleepwalking.’
Oh, that made me cry with laughter! What a sadly sheltered life I’ve led 😉 -Nx
August 10, 2014 at 6:45 pm
One of my prized books is an original edition, giant copy of The Complete Gnomes by Wil Huygen and illustrated by Rien Poortvliet, where I adore the gnomes’ desire for comfy-cozy living arrangements. I prefer to enjoy this splendid book on a crisp Autumn day or wintry day, nestled with a hot chocolate or creamed coffee, and it begins to melt my hardened heart and evoke gleeful childlike wonder once gain. Suddenly I’m determined to finally dig that gnome home under a great oak tree.
It’s no revelation I therefore have an intense desire for a hidden hideaway within nature. But this art takes it to a whole n’other level.
Maybe the eye shine from my deers isn’t refracted light at all, but the flickering glow of a fireplace in it’s belly? And before the teeny tiny family finally hunkers down in their bedrooms beside the liver, the father ambles towards the anus where poop pellets are really tiny black bags of garbage being tossed out. A boy can dream can’t he.
August 10, 2014 at 10:38 pm
Keric, I notice a trend… you have a thing for poop, don’t you?
August 11, 2014 at 3:40 am
Bettie, that’s a damn insulting accusation. How you invented the conclusion that I have a thing for poop makes absolutely no sense.
August 12, 2014 at 3:28 am
Keric, I I retract that–it was a comment about mashed potatoes and male anatomy that I misremembered along with this distasteful comment.
August 13, 2014 at 1:06 am
Bettie, thank you very much for your sincere apology.
August 10, 2014 at 9:08 pm
Oh, my GOSH!!! YES! My kind of taxidermy! You know I love this 😉
August 10, 2014 at 11:51 pm
I sure do! One day I think you’ll have something like this!
August 11, 2014 at 12:26 am
I do hope so 🙂 Maybe we’ll make it together!