Failure made beautiful. I started casting skulls in August 2018; getting the mixture just right was difficult. The initial skulls pulled from the mold looked deformed and mangled. I was attempting a perfect pull that I could paint. I put them aside and tried again until I had perfect yields. These skulls had a certain soul to them; they oozed defeat, self-loathing, disgust. They wanted attention. I weathered them and placed them in wooden shadow boxes, painted to look like museum specimens. Transformed from an object of shame to an object of treasure.