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Artist: Linda Londish
Size: 550×650
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Available At Closing Auction
"The inspiration for this masterpiece struck during a paint-splattered fever dream at the Fitzroy Doodler. At some point, Wally decided the only logical thing to do was strap himself to a cross—possibly because it was Easter, possibly because Wally makes questionable life choices.
Thus, both the Cross and Wally were painted from life - yes, life!—and later “tastefully enhanced,” which is artist-speak for I added more weird stuff later.
At some point, the immortal ballad “Wings on My Penis” echoed through the studio—and it sparked a revelation. I wondered: if Wally were truly nailed to a cross with the fires of hell enthusiastically toasting his toes, and he was suddenly granted three wishes… what would bubble up from the depths of his soul?
Then—BAM!— it hit me like a flaming pigeon from the heavens
First, Wally would beg for a Melbourne Bitter, because nothing quenches eternal torment like a questionable lager.
Second, he’d ask for sunglasses—not just to look cool, but to hide the tears he’d be using to try and extinguish the flames about to engulf him.
And finally—the grand finale—the wish to end all wishes:
Wally would wish for wings on his penis, so it could detach, flap triumphantly into the sky, and live forever like the cheeky, airborne mythological creature that is our Wally
The true vision of eternal life, Wallace style."
Artist: Linda Londish
Size: 550×650
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Available At Closing Auction
"The inspiration for this masterpiece struck during a paint-splattered fever dream at the Fitzroy Doodler. At some point, Wally decided the only logical thing to do was strap himself to a cross—possibly because it was Easter, possibly because Wally makes questionable life choices.
Thus, both the Cross and Wally were painted from life - yes, life!—and later “tastefully enhanced,” which is artist-speak for I added more weird stuff later.
At some point, the immortal ballad “Wings on My Penis” echoed through the studio—and it sparked a revelation. I wondered: if Wally were truly nailed to a cross with the fires of hell enthusiastically toasting his toes, and he was suddenly granted three wishes… what would bubble up from the depths of his soul?
Then—BAM!— it hit me like a flaming pigeon from the heavens
First, Wally would beg for a Melbourne Bitter, because nothing quenches eternal torment like a questionable lager.
Second, he’d ask for sunglasses—not just to look cool, but to hide the tears he’d be using to try and extinguish the flames about to engulf him.
And finally—the grand finale—the wish to end all wishes:
Wally would wish for wings on his penis, so it could detach, flap triumphantly into the sky, and live forever like the cheeky, airborne mythological creature that is our Wally
The true vision of eternal life, Wallace style."