In The Nightmare Before Christmas, Jack Skellington, weary of his celebrity status and the crushing burden of being awesome all the time, wanders off and gets lost in the woods, eventually coming upon a strange circle of trees, each bearing a door shaped like the symbol of any given holiday. He falls through the one shaped like a tree and eventually winds up in Christmas Town, but I like to speculate on what might have happened had he stumbled into Fourth of July Land or, say, St. Patrick’s Day Town (he’d be drunk by 11 a.m. and have already picked fights with three people and a cat, that’s what.)
Here I tried to capture a few of those doors in that strange stand of trees, from Thanksgiving Land to Valentine’s Ville.
Finger Candy 