I've had this brass casting since the summer of 1969 when I lived in Provincetown, MA. It was a frog mummy - you know how they die and dry indoors sometimes - when I found it. I was helping put away folding chairs at the community movie theater when I picked it up from the floor all dry and fragile.
I remember thinking "Magic!" and holding it in my closed hand as I worked. And then it kicked me. No kidding. I'm sure there were drugs involved, it was 1969,
but I was impressed enough take it to a local artisan who made jewelry from shells and leaves using the lost wax method of casting. He was intrigued and dubious at the same time. He filled it in under the jaw because the skull was so thin and fragile and there used to be a ring attached to the frog's butt. When it broke off I looped a ring through his arm. Too heavy to wear as jewelry, he has been on my keys since my very first car.
close ups here and here
2 comments:
Oh, I like it. I found a baby eagle skull on the beach that I have wanted to get cast, but didn't know if it was possible. But your frog shows me it can be done.
A frog mummy? What you created and kept is more than it seems, one of those magical pieces that becomes more treasured over the years.
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