Oh…oh Mary. Maybe we need to get you some antibiotics or something, that doesn’t look good at all.
In fact, it looks a bit like the late 80’s sneezed on her. How she can maintain her spiritual serenity while being attacked by day-glow jelly donuts, their sticky vital fluids leaking down her face to collect in adhesive pools in her once-white mantle, I have no idea. She must have taken a course.
Once again, I think someone at “You Paint It! Crafts Emporium” didn’t take mom’s rich gift of a $7/hour painting session with the gravitas it deserved, and ended up getting a little freaky with the neon and pastel palette. And, as always, isn’t it the mother of Christ that suffers?
She looks like she was attacked by an octopus in the arts-and-crafts section of Wal-Mart. It wallowed through the paints, wrapped its giant tentacles around her, and left a series of nasty sucker-hickies before it realized that you’re really not supposed to eat and/or grope major Western religious figures. Octopuses…they seldom learn.
Jesus, for the record, hated his mother’s “crafty” period, and went into carpentry purely out of rebellion–she really wanted him to be a designer. But that, unlike iridescent magenta, didn’t seem to run in the family.
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