I'll open the nominations. It's a pinata of a soldier. So...we are hanging soldiers and beating them to bits? Or what?
And it's not mine. It was a gift to a grown woman who has no soldiers in the family, no friends who are in the armed forces, nothing.
Out of the blue, apropos of nothing: a pinata soldier. Kind of an ugly bad rendition as well.
Update: maybe it's an Atlatl target!
UpdateII: Gave two prints from the Owens Archive as gifts. Worked. The Redhead got one instant regift, though it might just go in the Goodwill stack. This soldier though....is confusing.
Update III: So far, no copy of "Hell, I Was THERE!"
ok, that is just disturbing in so many ways!!
I couldn't explain that if my life depended on it. Additionally, I'd probably have to have a stern "WTH" talk with the gift giver.
Okay, as the lucky recipient, I need to give a bit more info. The giver of this lovely gift did think the face was hilarious, but was not happy at the idea of a soldier pinata, and didn't want anyone buying the thing & beating it to shreds. Which is all well & good & perfectly understandable, but why he thought it would make such a great Christmas gift to me, well, I guess my usually high tolerance for weirdness was factored in. So now I have this thing & know not what to do with it. PS - NOT Made in America.
Might attract some Israeli smart bombs...
She'll do something with it. I'll report.
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