What time is it? It’s screaming grandmother time!
It MAY not be someone’s aging blue-haired grandmother, mouth wrapped lovingly around her own personal Winchester (and the antique clock face seems even more out of place, not that any style would have made sense unless the second hand was replaced by a flopping tongue spinning endlessly and calling out the hours, or maybe a Pall Mall.) The hair more closely resembles a massive plop of blueberry sherbet thrown rudely over her head, causing her, in shocked terror, to reveal her clock.
Nine o’Clock! It’s Sherbet Time! (Splat)
I’ll have to ask my sister if this is how it’s done. She works in a nursing home, but they may not be able to talk about these little secrets.
I think she may be a dolphin. The portrait is realistic in all other ways, why would the designer give her a fin? This means something.
This is not a happy woman. Discounting the blueberry sherbet theory, she could also be a clever allegory of the full human experience–her egg-shaped noggin bespeaking her birth, the ovoid genesis of all things. Every day now, she complains of the pains of age, every word from her mouth a prayer in a litany of time. Somehow leopard print sunglasses figure into this, I’m not sure how, and maybe she’s a dolphin, too. Symbolism is tricky, it works on levels.
Goodwill on Metric and 183. It’s such a tease.