I came across Jen Flores and the piece of art work above which after talking to the creator held deep meaning. The following is my interpretation
Its Aphrodite/ Venus the goddess of love arising from the
sea foam with her splendid golden skin beaming like sun rays behind a lurid fog
which spins on an axis above the metropolitan city with effects of helium. Resembling a cupid or some celestial being
she oversees her inhabitants as they worship her porcelain curves, long wavy
hair and meaty lips. Venus’ servants come in flocks looking for love, dreams,
but most of all riches, the promises of golden bricks, metallic nuggets, and
hopefully a unicorn which will yield bigger treasures. The residents seek the
thrill; adventurers and dreamers they are and as such they are deceived, their
expenditures of many sweaty days and nights under dim lights deep into the earths’
crust in anticipation for a chip of gold. Their skin crawls in an iridescent
fire which propels both desire to remain and a need to escape. The golden gate
curtain falls despite the efforts and innocence is lost as Venus covers herself
with an ordinary dollar bill in her devious acknowledgement of becoming just
another product she stood against. Venus no longer offers peace that since long
has been left bury in its depth and what remains is just a vague reflection of
what bliss was. The waves come streaming in and spitting out like jetsam
whoever is not silicon. The fog city recoils at the dreamers it entertained in
a romp where they offered fantasies and hopes. The city landscape reveals its
second dimension leaving many broken hearts rolling down its sunset hills and
hawk ridden skies.
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