nothing cures weeks of a strange illness (or comes close to anyway) than surrealism and the victorian supernatural. these max ernst collages mean so much to me; (as of note, one of my favorite ones by him is included in all of my branding). the bat wings, the heavy victorian gowns, the bowler hats . . . the strange, suffocating rooms, filled with wreckage and unplumbed emotions. i've been bloodletting in the shoppe the last few hours and somehow I still have many more curious new pieces to unveil. but for now its off to bed to dream of max ernst tattoos . . .