Her name was Lola

She was a show girl, but that was 30 years ago when they used to have a show...

Please stop singing that song Barry. I can't get you out of my head... "at the Copa... Copacabana... they fell in love". Agrhhhh!!!

If you read yesterday's post you'll know that Lola and I have had words; we've fallen out and we are most definitely not friends. Revenge is sweet though. Lola was going to be in her prime, but the layers of paint took their toll and she aged. She has become the Miss Haversham of the Copacabana, sitting at the bar surrounded the detrious of a life on the stage gradually crumbling into the hardboard scenery. She is for the Three Muses Showtime challenge.

Poor Lola, she lost her youth and she lost her Tony and she lost her mind...

Barry... I'm warning you...

I admit that this has been a real struggle. I painted her on canvas too. Perhaps it was the pressure of using expensive supplies. I think the final grim touch was adding long scraggly hair; but this was after I decided she was old, mad Lola sitting at the bar in her old finery getting drunk night after night, in which case she probably works! Once I came to terms with the Lola she wanted to be, then we made friends again. I red rimmed her eyes and painted on the smile that never quite reaches her eyes. It's a rather tragic song. Let's go find something more cheerful shall we...?
Day 2 of Art Every Day month.