About Beth Beverly
I am a State and Federally licensed taxidermist who graduated from the Pocono Institute of Taxidermy in 2010 with high marks. I have a deep respect for this craft and those who strive to preserve it.
It is my pleasure to work on any trophy mount, be it a shoulder, life-size, rug, or fish.
I accept custom orders for fantasy mounts, wearables, and bridal hair pieces.
Sculptural mounts and hats are available for rental provided they are in stock at time of inquiry.
Contact me describing your wish and I will be delighted to make it so.
Diamond Tooth Taxidermy Blog:
Tue, Aug 7 2012 11:04 | anne of green gables, chicken, childhood, dram catcher, dream, energy, little house, love, magic, pink, prairie, squirrel, taxidermy, vertabrae, vibes
I'm not sure what possessed me the other day but whilst completely on autopilot I made this dream catcher:
It's not unlike me to make dream-catchers, and I'm posting this on my site as well so potential clients have an idea about the scope of my skill set but this is so unlike the typical Diamond Tooth style that I'm not afraid to say I was possessed....
by Anne of Green Gables.
Does anyone else remember that series of books from childhood? I read them all. Anne was my hero. I admired her cool differences that set her apart from the typical prairie crowd, and her boyish toughness and confidence. I wanted to be like her so badly; I didn't even see that I already had my own cool differences and was indeed, quite tough. What I wound up projecting was an unsure and contrived version of a misfit when all I had to do was just be myself.
UGH adolescence. If you know someone in the throes of this truly bizarre stage of life or are going through it yourself, I would love to hug you and tell you that most adults (and other kids for that matter) are very stupid, brainwashed and insecure so just listen to your heart because it will get better...in 15 years. It's a long time to wait but trust me. You've got a long life to live.
So maybe I was channeling this longing I had to reconnect with this book series that held such prime real estate in my heart throughout my tweens and early teens and that's how I can explain the pink floral print fabric making up the bulk of this piece. The material itself is actually older than I know; it was passed onto me from the collection of my friend's grandmother when she passed some years ago. I took it, not ever really imagining myself making something with this...pink stuff...but feeling a soul tug just the same. My grandmother was a skilled seamstress and I love using her old pins and threads and trying to pick up on her energy from these objects.
Dream-catchers are such great opportunities for me to incorporate pieces from my found-on-the-street collection, like the crystal above (from a real antique chandelier) and this key. I like to imagine the history of these objects calling out to be combined with one another and I'm just blindly obeying their wishes. When a project comes completely out of autopilot like this one, it's hard for me to believe otherwise.
This skull was gifted to me from a friend who picked it up on a hike. Who knows how this doe lived and died? Humbly and anonymously, like most prairie-folk I imagine (OK I know I'm getting really cheesy).
I also incorporated some scraps of squirrel fur from one of my first attempts at taxidermy. I suppose subconsciously I was really trying to reconnect with my 12-year-old self...
It's weird, I remember thinking when I was a kid that being an adult would suck so much because all the gown-ups I met told me to "enjoy your childhood! Before you know it its gone!"
Despite all that heaping unsolicited advice, I still couldn't wait to be me, now. I'm finally the person I wanted to be for so long and it's like I knew this as a kid and felt nothing but angst for being stuck inside that kid body and mind. Did any of you feel that way?
I have a bag of vertebrae bones which were also a gift from a friend. These bones bear a particular significance to me since I had a piece of my back removed years ago to correct an issue with my spine. It still blows my mind that us humans can be opened up like rag dolls and have bits added and subtracted but that's a post for another time. Needless to say though, my back is a very important possession of mine, possibly my favorite one. Also my parents paid a shit ton of money for it. Thanks Mom and Dad!
Finally, no piece would be complete without a dose of chicken from my boys on the farm so here's a little tail feather for ya:
So who is this dream-catcher for? Do you know them? It's not for me, and I want it to find its rightful owner. This thing has powers and it will protect the right soul from nightmares. Please help me find them?
And just a FYI: I love making these. Custom orders would be graciously accepted.