Skeleton Krew Soul Mates, Twins and Lovelies

One of my favorite finds when it comes to Victorian photographs, is the discovery of twins, marriages or soul mates as I like to call them. I've only come across a hand full, but purchased and been given some lovely unique portraits recently. I'm trying to find odd pairs for my upcoming show at the Toothless Cat gallery in January 2010. Below are some new portraits in my Skeleton Krew Collection, some have yet to be touched with the brush and one has been completed.

Hand in Hand, Heart to Heart: this portrait I found several months ago, I just fell in love with these little fellows. I often wonder what it is like to have a twin or even a twiner like from the Talisman, is there a mirror image of myself in another world or dimension?

Skeleton Krew no.0025 Master Gorey & His Wife Lenor: Meet Master Gorey and his wife Lenor, they are caught in the moment, all dolled up during their march in the Black Parade. This painting is 98% completed, just need to add a touch of red to the flowers in her blouse. 

Mischievous Marla (a gift from Bloodmilk): truly dark and mysterious, the portrait seems to be split in two, dividing the good and evil.

Siamese Sisters: very fascinating photograph that I purchased a while back, are they friends or sisters, I doubt they are truly siamese but I shall paint them as if they were from a Carney family. Look closely at their necklaces, they have matching rabbit's foot necklaces, fabulous.

All Girls (a gift from Bloodmilk), these young ladies are quite strange, I would assume soul mates or sisters. I find their hair and similar necklaces to be a riot; maybe they attend an all girl Catholic school.

A Broken Heart

Some of you may already know due to tweets here and there, but over the weekend one of my love birds passed away. I've had the couple of cuties for almost 10 years now and they have seen some places in their travels and had a family of babies at one time; they were like a couple growing older together. 

Jagger, the male is named after Mick Jagger; when I first brought them home I used to play The Stones on my playschool record player and they loved it! The female Niki, is named after the vixen from the '90s show La Femme Nikita. She was much more quiet and fatter, she loved to hide in her wooden box where she slept and once raised little hungry babes.

I was quite surprised Friday night when I found her, Jagger seemed louder then ever when I was rocking out to Faith No More the night before. I don't know if Flag my cat was the culprit, we did have an incident in the beginning of the year where he almost ate her, but she was a survivor. I buried her Sunday morning, in the field out back near the garden. It was a hot humid morning, I remember sweating really bad but it was a nice morning for such a sad thing. It was interesting when I was digging her grave, I came across some old pieces of glass from a amber bottle, I've saved these relics from her burial and washed them off and put them in my cabinet of memories.

For now, Jagger is all alone, I try and play music for him to make him happy for a while, but he sleeps alone on his perch. I have been calling around and actually found someone today in Hockessin, DE who might be able to one get one for me by next Tuesday. I've also found this exotic bird place down in Lewes, DE, so if all else fails I will have to go down there. I will keep everyone posted, please keep Jagger in your prayers so he doesn't die of a broken heart.