It’s a dino-sword-’ohorsea-boom.

No. Really. WTF is this supposed to be?

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And I really love this lamp.  It’s Rosemary’s Baby meets Silence of the Lambs.  Heh.  Silence of the LAMP.

I Love Lamp.

Thanks Burgh Baby!

Photos by Julian Wearne

We’ve featured this crafter here before with the outstanding and ever so popular squirrel foot earrings as well as a few other items, and yet they never cease to amaze us with their ingenuity.

Yes. I really mean ingenuity.

Because honestly, if I ever came across a dead bird, a rat’s skull or even a dismembered tail, the likelihood of me thinking, “Wow, this would be a fantastic broach! Just add a little dead mouse fur, a decapitated rabbit and voila!” is probably the FURTHEST thing from my mind.

Or it was before Karen and I started this site.

You have to be a creative and patient person to accumulate enough bird legs in order to make a replica crown of thorns. You have to keep your eye out of many, MANY birds to make this happen. That takes perseverance and time – because really? Where would one go to find a plethora of bird legs?

But! No only has this crafter found a plethora of bird legs, they have painted them gold, created a crown and even thought of the minute detail of BLOOD. Droplets of blood.

Droplets of blood dripping from a plethora of bird legs.

From the listing:

This is a life size crown of thorns made with taxidermy bird legs. There are 24 rock dove, pheasant quail and chukar bird legs that have been hand gilt in 24K gold and have glistening blood drops dripping from the claws and pheasant spurs. The crown measures 7 1/2″ x 10″ and is wearable (carefully).

Them a lot of legs people. A LOT.

And? If you wear this I am allowed to call you a bird brain.

Just sayin’.

I can’t for the life of me find the email from the reader at this time. So sorry reader, but thank you for sending us this one!

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From the listing:

This work is about the formation of thoughts.
I am interested in exploiting the inherent qualities of glass and what it describes.

Oh yeah, I can totally see that.  Totally.  Hey Sam, can I borrow $250 bucks?  I’m interested in seeing the exploitation of inherent qualities of glass.  Very interested.

Thanks Jett!

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DAY 752 – My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from shredding the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant and cough it up on the carpeting.

DAY 761 – Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair…must try this on their bed (again).

DAY 762 – Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with sleep depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the night.

DAY 765 – Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was…Hmmm. Not working according to plan…

DAY 768- I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called “shampoo”. What sick minds could invent such a liquid. My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth and the tiny bit of flesh under my claws.

DAY 771 – There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the foul odor of the glass tubes they call “beer.” More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of “allergies”. Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.

DAY 774 – I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The Bird on the other hand has got to be an informant. He has mastered their frightful tongue (something akin to mole speak) and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room his safety is assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time.

Thanks Stump for sending this one in!

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