Tuesday, February 15, 2011

the curse of the incorrigible maman-ti, prophet of the bird, of the feather, of the sky.

the curse of the incorrigible maman-ti, prophet of the bird, of the feather, of the sky.

this box is made of 'the clay', bird bones, deer bones, dirt from maman-ti's grave, dave archer glass beads, shells, pieces of a ship wreck and a handful of talismans too taboo to mention here.

this box holds a curse for some and a cure for others… the owner of said box will hold a responsibility, a power of great force.
if you betray, steal or deceive the owner of this box, beware.


Anonymous eris said...


February 15, 2011 at 11:45 PM  
Blogger shanebugbee said...

thank you eris! that's high praise coming from you... awesome!

February 16, 2011 at 1:08 AM  
Anonymous Christine Clemmons said...


February 16, 2011 at 5:59 AM  
Blogger shanebugbee said...

oh christine, the queen of all underground art... thank you so very much!!!

February 16, 2011 at 6:14 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I am proud to say I taught Shane Bugbee: "The Secrets Of The Clay" ... this is a wonder to behold. He's making art like some atavistic swamp creature. It is such a pleasure to see this BOX! Good work Shane!!!

February 16, 2011 at 6:25 PM  
Blogger shanebugbee said...

it is true, world renowned artist dave archer schooled me in more than the clay, he also told me art could and would save my life and that's it's ok to be me and be honest about who I am and how I roll and to reach deep down, let go and let the third eye guide my hands.

February 16, 2011 at 6:53 PM  
Blogger LIONO said...

I'm digging this creation man. I want a 360 degree view to really experience it.

February 25, 2011 at 8:07 PM  

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