Every artist needs their muse. Here, these fine Polynesian lasses inspire music, so long as they smoke in neither bed nor bunk. The picture on the left shows a lovely topless wahine in the throes of a dance to the angry god looming above. The picture on the left, recently acquired from the AWMoK, features the curvy silhouette of a mysterious lady as she wanders in what looks to be volcanic heat and haze. Could it be Pele? Could it be I’m reading into this? On another wall in the same space is this wistful woman on black velvet, who, so deeply lost in thought, apparently doesn’t realize that one of her breasts is exposed, let alone that it seems to be positioned in the center of her chest.

What Allee has to say about this:
Well, I can’t tell you how happy I am that the volcanic nude amidst mountain or waves or whatever it is she’s rising above found such a happy and appropriate home. And surrounded by music no less!

I love the squashed breast – OUCH!!

I think you need to take a separate photo of ‘lovely topless wahine in the throes of a dance to the angry god looming above’. it looks too good not to be able to examine the details up close. You probably ought to do a separate entry of the volcanic nude as well. She’s such a stunning example of thrift shop of art and it’s a shame for everyone not to be able to see her in fiery detail.

And while you’re at it you also bmight also want to take a photo of that Showman Amp and get it to the AWMoK posthaste.