Creative Recycling

After my previous post on being a whore for Japanese packaging, I recycled more into yet another decoration of death to hang on the ceiling. I call it as such because I cut up cans to make the things and if one were to fall on you I'm sure it'd leave a nasty gash, but such is the price of beauty. =P It makes me think of a portcullis slamming down and spearing intruders. Or in the case of these, pulling them off of the ceiling in case of an intruder and flailing them around like Ivy's whipsword from Soul Calibur. ^^;