


What is this thing I bought?
I won this at an online auction for $3 tonight. They called it a bubbly (metal?) sculpture. I know literally nothing about it other than that it looks...intimidating. What is it?!



I won this at an online auction for $3 tonight. They called it a bubbly (metal?) sculpture. I know literally nothing about it other than that it looks...intimidating. What is it?!
So I won this in an online auction for $3. It was so freaky I said why not?
They listed it as a "bubbly sculpture" but reverse image search came up with 1500 different things. Did somebody pour metal down an ant hill or is it a mineral? Fulgurite? Am I going to die if I touch it without gloves? Also why peepee shaped?
ETA idk why the pics look so bad! They looked fine in the gallery! I'll post the pics again in comments
The local concrete guy says it isn't possible but I'm not ready to believe that. Does anyone have any ideas on how to fix, even if it have to do it once every few years?
I don't need to trauma dump and tell you about all of the triangulation, the rug pulls, the gleefully insulting in front of others like it's fun, the denials, the lack of protection in vulnerable moments, the DARVO, the false victimhood. You already know my story, only with different set, setting and scenario.
So last weekend I might have pissed my mom off beyond repair by reacting to her b.s. after spending five miserable days with her. I was leaving early because she was so intolerable and I almost made it out of her house when she scared my cat on purpose. I lost it completely. I called her a fucking bitch asshole which is the no-no of all no-nos. Then I left.
Thing is, when I think about calling and patching things up I get the worst pit in my stomach. I would rather eat shit, truly.
I'm disabled and she is rich and I could absolutely drown when I'm old with no inheritance. But she will likely spend it all or rug pull that for fun, too. She is 87 years old and part of me thinks I tripped at the end, but if she lives to 100 (which she plans to) that's 13 more years of my life and I'll only have a short time left myself. This woman has hated me since I got a mind of my own and I hate her back because of the things she did to me. I never want to see her again.
I'm so scared I'll cave. How do I not cave?
I have about 200 pieces of unique men's clothes in very good, if not new condition from a wide variety of designers and stores (Target to Neiman-Marcus, indie designers etc). I really don't want to take the time to sell by the piece online if I can avoid it. Is there a consignment place that will actually sell through men's clothes? Or any markets where I could do a pop-up?