Been a while since I posted one of these, time is short because y’know – parenting!
This one took a bit of time and effort, and was waaaay too much fun to do.
From the carefree splashes and swirls of Mimi’s original painting I was able to discern a lanky alien, running towards a happy totem and a red dog, while being watched by Death who holds aloft a flower-chucking moustachioed dancer… It’s obvious isn’t it?
Credit for the title goes to Mimi’s mum Jem, who summed the whole bizarre scene up in those elegantly concise words, love that lady.
Enjoy, more to come soon.
Lovely. I am one to take art quite personally, so let’s see… if the red dog is Trump, and the alien(ated) is me, then who or what might the mustachioed dancer be? You, the artist, perhaps? Or perhaps the red dog is the real Trump, while the dancer is his public persona. That would jibe b/c Death seems to proffer the dancer almost as a lure. Well, I’ll not take the bait! Anyway, brilliant project & you have real talent. Thanks for sharing.
Brilliant interpretation, Eugene! I love it. Thanks so much for stopping by, and for your kind words. Should have some new ‘DadVincis’ posted soon, will be delighted to get your keen analytical eye on them too. Cheers.