Earlier in December, I wrote about painting a Little Mary Sunshine mug for a friend whose husband has been diagnosed with stage 4 colon cancer. Here are photographs.
The first panel:
The second panel (the first word in the fifth line, which people seem to have trouble reading, is “agonies”):
The third panel:
Note the red and green plague pustules to symbolize rot, and the angular hair out of which the cheerful curl has been driven forever. The black lines near the bottom indicate the stench of decaying flesh.
Maybe I shouldn’t quit my day job.
I love it.
I agree with the broad.
Cynicism meets Renoir. (Or Renoir meets cynicism?)