Meet Muffy. She lives in a nest above her neighborhood’s private tennis club. She studied abroad in London while in college and now calls her powder room the loo, refers to the movies as the cinema, and wears trainers instead of tennis shoes. She has a mild lisp that gets much worse after her third glass of rosé. Her stages of drunkenness are always the same: in stage one she thinks she can sing, in stage two she thinks she can dance, and in stage three she thinks she is invisible. During the stage three invisibility, Muffy really lets it all out. She told her best friend that her husband should get “snipped,” and she snorted her eleven-years-old son’s Adderall in the women’s lounge at the country club. Then she called out the president of the Junior League for being married to a gay man. Poor Muffy did not get into the garden club. Her housekeeper calls her “a Depp’ll do ya,” because she got caught masturbating watching Captain Jack Sparrow in Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl after her tennis clinic. Muffy’s face is always a few shades lighter than the rest of her body because she gets chemical peels often and rarely leaves the house without a visor. She drives a Land Rover and brags about being able to talk on the phone, do Kegels, activate Siri, call OnStar, parallel park, yell at kids, and listen to Adele simultaneously. Muffy is a relatively harmless bird, but she is not to be trusted and is known to be rather stroppy. Approach with caution.
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.
