It bordered on unhealthy–I kept a journal full of letters to Billy Corgan (only HE could understand my pain!), convinced my parents to take me to an SP show in the middle of a family vacation, and held birthday parties for Billy every March 17th, where all my friends were required to wear SP T-shirts. I had quite the Smashing Pumpkins obsession, starting in 6th grade or so. This is a shrine to violence that I did for a media class on Westerns, juxtaposing the violent imagery and religious symbolism. Shrine for troll dolls from our very own Chrissie. I wanted to pay homage to all her movies and I also wanted to celebrate her cheek-kiss of Matt Dillon in Rumble Fish–I’ll be forever jealous. Here is a shrine I made to Sofia Coppola, my idol. This shrine was on my wall and had some set lists, magazine cutouts, tickets, stickers, CDs, a song-request poster, and a note sent to me by Agent M when she sent me her shoes, which have secret compartments (no lie). I loved seeing Agent M up on stage in a punk music scene that was predominantly made up of all dudes. When I was in high school I absolutely worshipped the band Tsunami Bomb. Shrine for The Virgin Suicides from Camilla. The sad thing is, that’s not even all of it… –Holly –Erikaĭon’t judge me! It was for a Twilight competition! It was really fun getting together my Twilight stuff, though. I made it with all of the postcards and viewbooks they’ve sent me. It’s not great quality, but this is my cheap version of a shrine of my dream school, the University of Chicago. I say: love me, love my love of rabbits! Shrine-making is definitely one of my favorite late Sunday afternoon pastimes. I started off with a small collection of rabbit-related paraphernalia beside my bed and it has grown into this.

He was a smart, rugged, nifty boy who cheered me on and then chewed all of my best handbag straps. This is my shrine (that I didn’t realize was a shrine until yesterday) to my dearly departed pet rabbit named Richard. I can’t say that this shrine is directed to anyone in particular, but instead more to the aesthetic of Donnie Darko, midnight screenings at a local movie theater, fall colors, and, of course, Halloween. I created this around October of last year when all I listened to was the Cure and all I wanted was to wake up somewhere in Massachusetts. This is a shrine I made on the top shelf of a bookcase that I primarily use to hold clothing. I start each prayer with, “I am the starfish, I am the jellyfish, I am the leaves, I am the trees.” At the thrift store, I found a figurine book, so I put my own little words in it.

I’m not a religious person, but I feel some sort of spiritual lift when I think about him. Little events have made me believe he’s out there. A crow follows me around at the bus stop, too, and nears my feet each time. As soon as I changed it to The Dark Knight, my water, which was placed in the middle of the table where there was no possible way for it to spill, fell to the ground. Also, I was watching a TV show, but it blacked out so I found The Dark Knight to watch instead. The place I live in right now has a sign which reads “Heath.” I was out of a job for two years and, as soon as I recognized the sign outside, I got an interview and, in time, a job. In late 2011 I returned to thinking about him. I became too obsessed with him, so I decided to stop watching his movies and looking up pictures of him on the internet for a year.

To ease the pain, I read, talked, and thought only about him for quite some time. Ever since high school I’ve dedicated my art to him.

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