Sex Toys, Booze and Drugs

beautifully composed interplay between the black, medium grey and very light grey, dappled even on her forehead (which I really like). The telescope effect created by the circular black perimeter suggests a hidden place, but the ultra-bright pops of red, purple, blue and green suggest just the opposite -- a desire not to hide but to be flashy, if not menacingly half-daemonic -- which is where her face comes in and closes the deal.  The masquerade black eye-holes eyes invite fantasies of a death-trance hoovering at the doorway of the deeply glossed red lips, shaped almost in the  manner of the "Joker" from Batman.  She is a mannequin woven from the netherworld of deep hypnotic hoovering-death, which she yet wears with the seductive posture of a "rent-me-if-you-dare" baby-doll dominatrix. She is rotten to the core and yet renders the dissolute essence of her mind and soul a kind of irresistible nectar; I can almost smell the cloying high-notes of myrrh she has daubed behind her ears to make the falling curtain of her thinning, sickly blonde hair something nonetheless natty, nasty and criminal. She is one of the more obscene and utterly poisonous women I have ever seen depicted in art, and yet she leaves me wanting her.  This is a very good piece of art. Thank you for sharing it.