Meet Mrs. Gooch. Her nest smells like Chanel No. 5 and mothballs. She claims to have eyes in the back of her head and sees and hears everything within a twenty-foot radius of her beak. She curses in her mind a lot but would NEVER use profanity in public. Mrs. Gooch did a lot of acid in the seventies and is a little paranoid. Her purse (a brandless fabric tote) makes a shaker noise because it’s full of pills for high cholesterol, yellowing toenails, menopause, and “calm down” pills. She loves rocking Eileen Fisher tunics and Manolo Blahnik kitten heels. When she smiles, she always has lipstick on her teeth. She drives a Lincoln Town Car and can’t parallel park worth a shit. Her grocery list consists of plums, Senokot, and kiwis. Mrs. Gooch has been suffering from constipation for years. She recently had her bladder pinned up because she peed on herself a lil’ every time she asked to speak to the manager. This bird is very high-strung and should be observed, not approached.
Dimensions: 12 x 12in | 30.48 x 30.48cm on 3in | 7.62cm gallery-wrapped canvas - acrylic paint and mixed media covered in heavy resin.
