Strange pagan celebration, or ash tray? You be the judge. I’m holding onto “a joyful celebration of the feminine, eternal and in endless motion,” but I’m not sure. It COULD be four sisters celebrating in a joyful explosion of estrogen and Sarah McLachlan MP3s. On the other hand, you could rest a stogie quite well between their shoulders, and not get a bit of ash on your carpet. And symbolically, a cigar, and four dancing sisters, you’d really have the whole yin-yang thing all in one go.
I like the stylized forms, the minimalist approach to shape, how the artist expertly suggests the human arms and heads without adding any more detail than we need. I am slightly less enamored of the “what happens when you feed seagulls ten pounds of milk chocolate? Let’s find out.” hairstylings. That is an unfortunate brown, and that is an unfortunate splatter zone.
Hmm. From this angle, I’m not thinking “endless circle dance” so much as “four chicks in a hot tub.” Which is good. She’ll want to wash that stuff off soon.
…And then, tragically, the Thursday full moon ritual was interrupted when the High Priestess’s face melted and ran into the ceremonial basin. But at least they got the caramel seagull poop off the acolyte. That made it a little better.
Make-up by Tammy Faye, ladies. Her secret is to use the 402-1006 XLG “Drop Flower” tip from Wilton Cake Decorating’s “Springtime” catalog.
Goodwill on 2222 and Lamar, Austin
One Response to “When shall we…four…meet again?”
It’s the Rise of the Humbug People ,run for the hills!!!