You either love Polly Morgan‘s art or you don’t, I think.
It’s not the sort of work that allows you to mimble around somewhere in between.
Part Victorian Gothic, part macabre contemplation on life (and death) and part remarkable craftsmanship, this falls neatly into the Stuff That I Want category, be it a bird asleep on a book or an explosion of wings.
Instead of trying to mimic reality–and, to put it bluntly, life–the pieces are surreal, even confrontational.
And I want one very, very much.
As long as I don’t have to dust it.
Or, you know, feed it.