There’s a special quality to the mondays after a major holiday. A certain specialĂ‚Â frission of malaise and despair. “I cannot,” one says, “believe that a weekend is only two days long. What’s up with that.” So join me in escaping into a tiny little world of cute, as we join our old friend, Shelfpig, just […]
It’s time for our semi-quarterly visit from the Shelfpig! This pig is all things to all people. If you want danger, he’s a tiger. Look at them stripes. The mask, the dark paint around the eyes and…uh…snout. This pig is a pig of action, if you want him to be. And yet, he’s a pig […]
Thought number one: If you make a piggy bank that just anybody could get into by lifting the lid, you’re really not making much of a piggy bank. It’s more of a coin bowl at that point, hardly conducive to fiscal responsibility at all. My second thought was, “or maybe someone just REALLY wanted those […]
As I was taking these pictures, it was the day before my 38th birthday and I was strongly considering my own inevitable decline into roundness. However, this flock of pigs had me beat. Also, a little glazed white pig with hearts in its eyes is pretty much guaranteed cute, although I’m not sure what message […]
The most interesting thing about this collection is not its constituents, which are your basic “you there, with the spare time and too much cash, paint this” sort of plaster-and-glaze mess. It’s the volume, and the roundness. It was like a wall of pleasantly plump on display, gentle curves amassed and friendly. Eh…mostly friendly. Firstly, […]
And lord knows, we’d hate that. I like this pig. There’s a lot going on with this pig. I do, of course, admire it’s beafuituity. It is, really, quite beafuituific. But beyond that, it’s kind of the shared fiction anthology of ceramic pigs. For one, how many pigs do you know that have ground effects […]
Oh, Shelfpig. You are one of the great constants in my life, like shell art, like high school oil paintings, like the angry glares from Annette, who always seems to be straightening the brick-a-broke section when I’m innocently taking photos of a mutant Virgin Mary. I do not understand you. I do not WANT to […]