They say the eyes are the window to the soul and if that is indeed true, than N’s “Mrs. Johnson” may be the only known portrait of a black hole. There’s lots to say about this peculiar piece; the freakish yellow skin, the animal cracker-nose, the 57 teeth or the fact that all of this madness is framed in double-edged candles and bones, but nothing ensnares the viewer like those hollow almond holes. Not since the Mona Lisa have eyes told us so much and so little at the same time. Is she a “mad scientist” as her shirt so playfully suggests? Or is Mrs. Johnson really nothing more than a metaphor? A metaphor for the dead-eyed, animal cracker-nosed, 57 teeth, yellow skin freak framed by double-edged candles and bones in each of us? N will never tell.
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