A woman's face, drawn in thick black cubist contours, is filled in entirely with collaged vintage cartoons — Mickey, Donald, the Sorcerer's Apprentice peeking out from inside her features. The effect is unsettling and tender at once: childhood pasted over the adult face, the fantasies we were raised on showing through the skin. The bold black lines fracture her like a Picasso, while the bright comic scraps hum underneath, refusing to stay in the past. A portrait of how the things we loved as kids never quite let go.
A woman's face, drawn in thick black cubist contours, is filled in entirely with collaged vintage cartoons — Mickey, Donald, the Sorcerer's Apprentice peeking out from inside her features. The effect is unsettling and tender at once: childhood pasted over the adult face, the fantasies we were raised on showing through the skin. The bold black lines fracture her like a Picasso, while the bright comic scraps hum underneath, refusing to stay in the past. A portrait of how the things we loved as kids never quite let go.