Warning: this post is politically incorrect.
Forsooth! Thou art a lewd knotty-pated rampallion!
Verily, ye be a prating, boil brained moldwarp!
Out damned fiend, thou paunchy mottle minded whipster!
Thou be a lumpish, evil-eye rabit-sucker!
Thou can'st not be but a mammering pinch-spotted rudesby!
Ahh, have I finally lost it?
Naah, of course not.
Let's see, I was in the shower today , thinking about this image (I do all my best thinking in the shower - sometimes I even turn the water on). Specifically I asked myself just how I would describe this image in a letter to eg my imaginary agent in Paris (M. Ambroise Vollard of course) and decided the best way to describe it would be very quickly, in one long sentence, such as:
...... a boy with a pig head in a victorious pose clutches a rake in his left hand, while standing with one foot on the nether regions of a naked aging bald headed cripple who is scowling in pain (or indignity), the audience being a clutch of children about twelve years of age, all watching and gesturing in various degrees of puzzlement (except for one enigmatic figure who's face is in shadow) the whole group being umbrella sheltered from the snow and drizzling rain by an unseasonally blossoming cherry tree, the tree and the figures all placed against some type of Shakespearean medieval backdrop, the ground of which is wet cobble stones, and over on the right hand side of the stage, a twin of the cripple, his head and chest protruding from the top of a barrel, his crutch pointed accusingly at his struggling twin, and at the base of the barrel, a large light brown rodent sniffing the air and having the feeling that something is not quite right....
You see, all in one sentence!
Of course, in contemplating this image, I realised that it might seem a little odd to some people. For example, is the pig headed boy a metaphor? Is he the artist, and if so, who is the naked emasculated bald headed cripple? Is the whole thing a metaphor for the Death of Old Age? Is the artist attempting to stay young for ever? Is the rat, perhaps, his soul, sole confidente of his deepest, darkest unChristian thoughts?
Well, the short answer is 'no'.
To be truthful the image was made for Illustration Friday's "gesture' prompt.
Ahh the Shakespearean Insults were generated from this site's Insult Generator Machine (and tweaked a little :) )
Thanks for reading again. :)
Oh and my sincere apologies to all those people who eat popcorn in the cinema and read this blog. :) I was only having a small joke about the death penalty! In truth I am a dissembling plume plucked mammet as well as an artless tardy gated apple john! :)