The borders of this scene have captured a tiny lone segment of tranquility from this house of horrors. The outer frame acts as a shield, protecting it from the surrounding evil. Sometimes I enter this space making sure not to venture beyond it's borders. The room behind the lamp is safe and is where I can hide in the shadows if I hear a noise. Mostly I just sit on the floor and watch TV.
I am curious about the outside but know not to stick my head out the window for I am sure something will grab me and pull me out.
There is just such a thrill I get out of collecting junk and making it into things. These recent heads are the accumulation of roadside scrap and trash culled from dumpsters and trash bins. I have my tetanus shots.
Check out the new heads at my Voyage to the 3rd Dimension gallery