It’s Halloween week on Craftastrophe! A whole week of holiday horrors to delight and confuse you.
Imagine little Caden when he grows up and has his girlfriend come over to the house. She sees this painting of him and his sister as children hanging on the wall:
Poor Caden. He’s never getting another date. Ever.
The combination of photo-realistic faces and hands with broad brushstrokes adds a certain Halloweeny horror, don’t you agree? Shudder.
I think I am the lone Craftastrophe holdout. Everyone else has abandoned the sinking ship like rats.
Leaving me here with the cats. Scary, terrifying, horrible cats:
I don’t often offer my original paintings here at Etsy, so this is a rarity! Yes, this is the actual ORIGINAL painting itself – not a print or reproduction of any kind.
I’m not one of those women who’s freaked out by genitals, either–I like my vagina–but it strikes me as immodest to hang your junk out for the world to see. It also seems cruel to force the more prudish people out there, the ones who aren’t even comfortable with their own junk, let alone other people’s, to be unexpectedly confronted with a vagina.
“Oh, hey Sally, what’s that necklace your wearing?”
“Oh, it’s a polymer vagina.”
<Swoon>
And I was raised in the SF Bay Area, home of progressive attitudes toward genitalia. So I have to think that there’s some disconnect going on (maybe it’s a result of all the BPAs?) in certain women (and men) that makes them think “art” like this is anything other than unnecessary.
What could it be? Is it a stick figure lady? Is it an apple with arms?