Because EVERYBODY’s late for the Day of the Dead.
Okay, this is actually a pretty cool piece. The worst I can say about her is that she was made almost entirely out of egg cartons, but that’s some excellent carton-based craft. Really, a celebration of the dead should have a strong recycling component.
I am finding the strange anti-boobs somewhat distressing. I don’t expect a skeleton to fill out a swimsuit, but there’s something disturbing about these–they’re convex and concave at the same time. Also, you can’t see this in the photo, but they followed you around the room. It was mesmerizing. Wherever you were in the store, they’d find you out. That’s a special part of that skeleton magic they didn’t teach you in physiology.
It’s good that death didn’t deprive her of her mysterious, Mona Lisa smile, If anything, it enhanced it. That wry grin is so much more enigmatic with two headlights mounted overhead. I think the eyes are going to eat me…
When you put her next to the air conditioner grate, she’d actually make this weird howling noise. It was the eyes, I swear.
Goodwill on 2222 and Lamar, Austin