Can you look at Sky Whale and not get in a good mood? I sure can’t.
Patricia Piccinini crafted this lovable, lighter-than-air giant.
How happily amazed I would be if I saw this floating in the sky near my house.
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I’ve made hundreds of plushies, but never thought to make a ouija board. What a great idea! Look at this little darling from Forever Fall (the planchette necklace is a great touch):
See other creations here.
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Craving a compendium of unique, decadent, vintage/antique hearses?
Of course you are.
See a truly impressive roundup here (bonus if you can read Russian).
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Could be Brooklyn, NY just as easily…Brilliant!
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Hello, I’m Emma, I blog over at The Edit but I thought She Walks Softly readers would enjoy discovering about the Nutshell studies…
“A kitchen lined with faded floral wallpaper is washed in warm sunlight filtering through lace-edged window curtains. A cake cools in the oven. Peeled potatoes sit in the sink. An ironing board and basket of laundry occupy in the center of the floor.
But one ghastly detail disturbs the coziness: The dead body of a 45-year-old woman, her hair pulled into a bun, supine on the floor in front of the open ice box. She wears a print dress and an apron, and stares blankly at the ceiling” [1]
The Nutshell Studies of Unexplained Death are a collection of miniature crime scene models built in the 1940s and 50s by Frances Glessner Lee. The models were based on real crime scenes and used to train police to assess visual evidence.
Glessner Lee attended autopsies to ensure accuracy in her models, and had a fastidious attention to detail. The replicas feature openable windows, curtains which can be drawn, and miniature pencils which write.
I’ve always appreciated things in miniature. There’s something slightly magical about scaled down little worlds, where your imagination fills in the gaps, creating personalities and routines for the people who might live there.
As artwork, I love the way the Nutshell Studies compare and contrast the perfection of the dollhouse world with the grisly nature of death. The majority of the victims depicted are women who suffered violent deaths.
As a training tool, police were told to inspect the scenes and look for evidence to help explain the death. For example, the woman described earlier, dead in the kitchen, what is the significance of the small details? A cake cools in the oven, but the stove gas has been left on, unlit. Peeled potatoes sit in the sink, but would a woman stop in the middle of cooking dinner to kill herself? The heavy iron could be used as a weapon, but will the body show any evidence of blunt force trauma?
Many of the crime scene models take place in the home, the ultimate safe haven. The place where we feel most secure, and ultimately trust that we’re going to wake up in the morning. The Nutshell Studies force us to examine situations where this trust is broken and the safe haven shattered.
Due to my severe foot aversion (I hate feet), the phrase “foot fetish” makes me throw up in my mouth a little. But I must honor Gwen Murphy for an amazing series of creations and forgive the title.
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I’d likely pass out if I received this.
Warning: extreme geekery ahead!
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God, is that you?
No wait, is that you, God?
Not like this.
I’m not sure if this gaping chasm counts as a “neckline.”
The single best, or maybe worst, job in the world.
Now, this is some food I could eat. Does anyone have a copy of this?
Keep in mind they use the word “enjoy” in the broadest possible sense.
This fellow is very open minded…
And let that be a reminder to stay open-minded about the amorous preferences of others.
I am picky about collage work, but I find something enjoyable about Denis Dubois’s strange scenes…
Feel the imminent danger of the Shopping Cart Knight!
A useful revision…
Ah, a metaphor for our medical system in general.
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Ready for the best grill you’ve seen in a good long while?
From the source:
Ryazan Deulino’s amazing 4-ton locomotive barbecue pit has three bays and a brick-lined furnace. Some of the controls in the cab are functional, too! The wheel turns the rotating spit. All aboard!
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