I was going to spend the entire week putting up my entire hoard of Jesuses. Then I considered my target audience, who are clearly on some pretty odd chemicals if they’re still reading this. So, I bow to their refined sensibilities, and present…this thing.
For a long time, I thought it was some sort of strange bent flower vase, with a weird baby motif. Or maybe H.R. Giger’s incense burner. Then someone took me aide and gently explained the birds and the bongs. And a story unfolded, of another failed high school art project, totally creeped-out high school art teacher, and the frustration of the amateur bong-maker. Or, bongateur.
Ironically, while the entire thing is covered with holes, the only intentional one is clogged with glaze :(
Which is why my first theory of the incense burner from the third circle of hell made more sense. That would make it some sort of strange, smoking unicorn-baby hybrid. The whole “drug paraphernalia” thing was actually kind of a let-down, it seemed too reasonable.
I’m thinking, though, that this would be a very bad trip. You’d be worried that the strange, pale, sluglike baby-faces that were peeking around the bottom of your white knuckles…accusingly…pleadingly…were going to start talking to you. Or worse, singing.
Friday, back to Jesus. He’ll be a welcome change from the pale, singing slug-babies.
from the Goodwill near 620 and 183, Austin