Whew, what a bleak and gray day! Time to break out a blast of cheer-me-up, Thrift Town style!
This is obviously some sort of Campbellian rain-and-sun figure, but I’ll be darned if I can figure out exactly what’s going on with his little mythology. I mean, sure, covering the sun with sunflowers is cute, but wouldn’t they burn off? And why fasten jingle bells to the sun-god with what, unless I’m very much mistaken, appear to be pubic hairs?
Why attach jingle-bells to the sun-god at all?
He’s got a real sense of speed, flight, motion, but I’ll be darned if I know where s/he/it’s flying off to, dressed like that…the harvest-deities-only slumber party?
Nice that she took the time to put her face on before gluing on the sunflowers and the creepy jinglebells. It gives the whole thing a sense of occasion. The sun should be concerned with her mascara. The sun is nothing…NOTHING…without glam.
In short, whooosh!
Thrift Town on Manchacha and Stassney, Austin
One Response to “Sun, sun, sun, here it comes”
I think they are Michaelmas Daisies otherwise known as Black Eyed Susan rather than sunflowers.