Matt’s dad came to Austin for a visit and saw this on the floor, waiting to be hung.
“I like it. It’s very open to interpretation,” he said. “I can’t tell if she’s in agony…”
“Or ecstasy,” I interjected.
I immediately regretted finishing his sentence. But I don’t regret having this amazing piece on my bedroom wall. It’s conté on paper and comes courtesy of the talented Brendan Gargano. Who sent me a message saying:
By the way, its untitled so feel free to name her….anything but ‘Brenda.’
So, dear reader, I need your help. What’s her name?
Update: My lovely roommate Andrea suggested Ophelia. Given the duality discussed in my aforementioned awkward conversation, I think that’s a fabulous name. Ophelia it is…
