So what is it about this little red -cloaked vixen? Lately I'm obsessed with all things red and hooded. Maybe it's the color...scarlet, blood, crimson,vermilion. It's so fetching.
After all, don't we all want rosier cheeks? redder lips? Marilyn Monroe's nail polish?
Maybe it's the story of Red Riding Hood? How pretty little girls should look out for the dangers and perils of unsavory characters? (wolves=men) As not to be traipsing around just "asking for it".
Oh how these children's stories are really just torrid fables and gory, dark, tawdry lessons to be learned.
And lately wolves are so beguiling. Have I fallen under a spell? Have I been hoodwinked? Usually they scare the bejesus out of me. As of right now I could be easily lured to the Black Forest hoping to run in to Aesop himself.
So as with anything else this treacherous theme has bled over into my artwork.
Hooded gals, wolves, darkness befalling....
I suppose this is just a phase.
Call me crazy....but I kinda like it.