Diamond Tooth Taxidermy

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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.


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While editing these photos, a Doors song drifted out of Pandora and it felt so apropos.  Then, and now, Today by Jefferson Airplane is on and it's stopped me in my tracks.  Well, not so much that I can't write but it's taking me to a very specific place.




Almost 20 summers ago, for my best friend in the whole entire world's birthday, I was able to buy 4 tabs of acid from some jabroni in Swarthmore and Susie, myself and two other dear friends tripped on LSD for the first time together.  From that unreal and inconceivable night, a year long courtship with LSD and psychedelics in general began.  We all hung out in Susie's room because we could basically come and go as we pleased, smoke cigarettes, pot, make out, etc.  Her entire house reeked of cat piss and cigarettes so anything we could possibly do short of setting the house ablaze went unnoticed.
This song takes me right back to that summer.  We listened to her Jefferson Airplane CD on repeat.  I can practically feel the grimy, smoky, vibrating, oily sweat on my shiny face as I hear those first guitar notes. There was no such thing as air conditioning so the windows were open and the dampened sound of the occasional passing car would lazily drift from the quiet suburban street into the room.  I can see the ashtray piled full of chain-smoked cigarettes and Susie, in her uniform of white tee shirt and boot cut blue jeans, impossibly straight long brown hair spilling all over her.  She was so nonchalant about everything, and I wanted to be her so badly it hurt.  The acid had me think so many thoughts at once and I thought my brain would crack trying to decide which one to feel, or address, before realising that I'd let another idea sneak into the overpopulated room and I'd already digressed so far away from what I was originally trying to formulate in my head that being able to utter any kind of sentence was out of the question.  Then there was Susie, laying on her back: long, lean and not a care in the world, luxuriously dragging on a Marlboro.  Someday I'll write more on what became of Susie, but just know that to me, for a solid chunk of my formative life, she was everything I wanted to be.


 This dream catcher captures that memory, even though I fashioned it many years after that acidic summer.  The skull was found by a friend, third eye mysteriously burned into its surface.
 Someone had cut the antlers off, so I gave him a toupee of feathers.

There are also chicken wings, and horse ribs I found on a trip to Assateague.  Plus a cross made from dogwood which I got from my Presbyterian Confirmation "Sponsor" when I was 14.  I have fond memories infused into this cross as it represents a time when church was innocent and fun for me.    Before it became a disturbing ritual of self righteousness and brain washing.

 
 So.  Anybody want it?  Trippy times ahead...



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