columbian.com
Jagged, empty eye sockets stared blankly from the hideous mask. Each cheek sprouted a mass of cotton balls, pompoms, tissue paper, buttons, coffee filters, plastic stars and deconstructed silk flowers. One ear — or where the ear should have been — was pierced with a silver Christmas tree brooch. “Death waits for us all” was scribbled on the forehead while the chin said, rather cryptically, “Don’t expect flowers.”
8 months ago