The Many Sorrows of Head

Meet Head. Head is a bit of a mess right now, but they’re working on putting themselves back together.

Head started as a small, twisted, ball of chicken wire, contorted into various shapes as a means to relieve anxiety. I.e. there was an uncomfortable conversation happening, and I needed something to do with my hands.

Gradually, this small ball expanded, and began to take on a personality of their own. An old, burned out rabbit cage was added for volume. Someone got the bright idea to shove a bunch of random metal into their head. And while brainstorming ways to use recycled pill bottles, a project was born.