One of the things that had been bothering me recently after accidentally going too far to the “fluffy” side, was the idea that a good person wouldn’t like dead things. Good people would not want to have their home decorated with dead bugs and skulls. Now I realize that’s a total crock.
What I like to look at and how I decorate my home has little to do with what kind of person I am. I am a good person. I’m kind, honest, intelligent, compassionate and generally pretty awesome. My love of darkness and dead things doesn’t make me bad or wrong. That’s just narrow-minded ignorance spread by extremists who don’t understand balance.
Everything dies. That’s just a fact of nature. When things die, they leave bones behind. There’s nothing wrong with me finding some beauty in that. Have you ever really looked at the wondrous creation that a skeleton is? It’s just as beautiful, if not more so, than a flower to my eyes, and more enduring. So is it really surprising that I enjoy looking at skulls in my home?
I also have a couple of cicada husks from different stages of development. Before they were stolen I had some bees and wasps as well. I haven’t figured out how to display it, but I have a groundhog foot. I like these things. There’s nothing wrong with it. It has no reflection on who I am.
I don’t kill anything to get the parts I display. I only collect from things that have already passed on in the natural course of things. You know what I think? My collection is just fine, but people who kill animals to have fur coats, bragging rights or a head on their wall, those are bad people. But somehow a fur stole or buck head mounted to a wall are more socially acceptable than a collection of skulls. I think society can bite me on that one.
I’m still looking to expand my skull collection. I wish it was easier to come across them. One of these days though, I’ll have more. And after I get rich I’m going to go to Obscura in NY and have Ryan Matthew make me an articulated raven as a centerpiece. I think that would be awesome.