Creaturepetua has a crisis of his very nature…! Featuring lines from Gerardo Sámano Córdova’s wonderful and heartbreaking book Monstrilio :]

[TEXT: Our son died before the dogwood pushed out its first flower, a bloom so simple with four white petals and a burst of yellow-green in the center—a beginner’s flower. I believed that flower was my son reincarnated. One believes the stupidest things in grief. I spoke to the flower and called it my son. And then I laughed because how ridiculous—how cruel, really—it would have been if my son was reincarnated as something so ephemeral, frail, and beautiful. I killed that first bloom with one swoop of my hand. Dead again, my son could become something else: the shell of a tortoise, strong and ancient, or a hideous fanged creature deep in the sea where he’d see wonders even he could’ve never imagined.]

I've been thinking about Monstrilio again and realized I never posted my monstrilio paper mache sculpture. He's a paper mache base that I wrapped in black eyelash yarn. I like to move him around the house so he can hang out and watch people. (he's a bit tricky to take pictures of.) He was one of my first sculptures so I'm thinking about remaking him but idk! we'll see.