We were clearly in for an interesting ride at the Goodwill on Lake Austin Boulevard when we rounded the corner and saw this…well, there’s no other way to put it, this tomato.
Or maybe she’s an apple, all ripe with the temptation of original sin, tempting her husband to take and eat. Whatever she is, she had quite a profile.
Pick your symbol of choice. Up ’till this point, I wasn’t sure what a sex object was. Do they take batteries? Would you want to keep your mother away from yours? But I’m pretty sure I’ve found one here. The female reproductive principle is bound into a ripe fruit, filled with the promise of life, stuffed full of pips and maternity. The male reproductive principle is a huge metallic sperm. I guess that really sums everything up.
Will I understand this when I’m older? Probably not. But I know that I won’t look at tomatoes the same way again. Or else I’ll wash them, really really hard.
One Response to “Enigmatic eggplant woman”
Wow. It’s bizarre and intriguing while still being incredibly ugly. Good job, artist!