Saturday, January 16, 2010

It's not about Halloween

It has been brought to my attention numerous times, that the skull ring I wear on a daily basis makes people uncomfortable. I receive some compliments, but for the most part, people look at me as though I am peculiar.

I was unpacking some Christmas gifts and trying to find the appropriate place for them, when I realized that I have skulls and skeletons just about everywhere in my house.

At first glance, you may not even notice them, but when you look closely, there are skeletons and skulls everywhere.

I have skeletons everywhere. More places than I could even remember in order to take photos and share with you: scarves, shirts, brooches, throw pillows, tote bags, they are everywhere.

The Picasso painting I picked up during his exhibit at the National Gallery in London last summer is one of my most favorite pieces in the house.

I received a painting of La Santa Muerte from David Tineo. For those of you who know about the Chicana/o Movement in Tucson, he was at the forefront of the mural work going up at that time. His work is still present throughout the city. He is still painting even though he is battling macular degeneration.


On Christmas morning I woke to this wonderful creation. My sister, A Fanciful Twist, made me the necklace to go with my ring. The skull is about the size of the palm of my hand. It is very beautiful. I do receive many compliments when I wear this necklace.

Even my water bottle has skulls on it. (I am not sure why the picture came out so dark.)

Someone once asked me why I enjoyed skulls so much. I couldn't really formulate an answer right away, but I kept thinking about it. I hate to make anyone somber, but our mortality is inevitable. The main reason I believe I surround myself with skulls is my own way to laugh at death. Many cultures see death as a bad thing, and in some cases, when lives end too soon, yes, it is a tragic event. However, when we have lived our lives and have a lifetime of memories to replay through our heads, the moment we take our last and final sleep, we can either be happy or be sad. I personally choose to be happy. I have come to learn many ways in which death is celebrated in my own Mexican culture, and I quite enjoy it. The skulls and skeletons have nothing to do with Halloween.

Until next time.

xo-K