Another robust Judith depicted by Emil Kazaz – looking as full-of-herself as ever. Here we have her in the Whistler’s Mother Pose in her red pantaloons, black stockings, and gold slippers with red bows. How risque and slightly scandalous!
But the real work of art is the rapt attention from Holofernes’ ginormous face as it stares at Judith from the plate on her lap – while a green fruit balances on his forehead. Giant lime? Immature breadfruit? Avocado, tomatillo, cherimoya, feijoa? Mutant olive?
We may never know. And we can only imagine the humiliation heaped upon Holofernes as he has to endure this garnish precariously perched on his noggin. Unable to utter a word. While Judith manages it all deftly with one hand.