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Prufrock’s claws

July 19, 2012

“I should have been a pair of ragged claws / Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.”
-T. S. Eliot, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

Consider, if you will, this pair of oddities made from parts of chafing dishes married to, in one case, a glass bowl, and in the other, the shade from a ceiling fixture.

Nemo’s Brain

Waltzing Medusa


Depending on the viewer’s mood, they seem poised to move (sideways) or to speak (obliquely). They might foretell the future, or pounce upon you as you sleep. Or simply squat, “as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen,” glowing and ominous.

Dare to eat a peach, or maybe two, in my Etsy shop.

One comment

  1. They’re beautiful! Mike



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