You can go months without seeing anything from Rosalita and then out of the blue, three gorgeous pieces come along at once and each of them within fifty metres of each other. This is the second cherub piece I have posted in recent days and carries with it the message ‘We may not have it altogether, but together we have got it all’. This is a clever wordplay mechanism called a chiasmus (I love these) for example ‘I’d rather have a full bottle in front of me than a full frontal lobotomy’ or ‘It’s not the men in my life that count, it’s the life in my men’ (thank you, Mae West).
The cherubs, one reclining and being comforted by the other, are suitably chubby and have been beautifully crafted. The fills add an extra layer of depth and intrigue. Both of the cherubs look rather sad and I wonder if they reflect the time we live in and the terrible year we have all experienced. Lovely piece.