I found the perfect Christmas present for The Boy while searching through mixed media assemblages on etsy, but, alas, it is unavailable and by now presumably adorning the home of some other quasi-bourgeois 30-something intent on starting her art collection.
Ah, well. There's still this lovely piece that I've been eyeing for literally three months. Too bad The Boy does not share my enthusiasm for its clever surrealist treatment of life in a post-9/11 world. (I just made up that interpretation, by the way.):