Snug as a bum in a can.

I've had a stack of crushed cans tucked away in a draw for years, waiting for a purpose. They're all roadkill, having been nicely flattened by oblivious drivers, and I figured they could be reincarnated as painting surfaces, or coasters, or something. So finally on Sunday I painted a face on one, with a gaping mouth where the drinking hole was. Then I decided to do lots more.

Here's the first four...