This painting by a local artist hangs above a friend’s fireplace (one of those cool ones you find so often down here that sits in the middle of the room and is double-sided). You can see that a lady is holding a nutria in it. We argue about whether or not it’s supposed to be “Mary-esque,” some sort of modern-day bayou pieta. I say yes. I mean look how happy she is, and the gold surrounding her, halo-like. He says no. It’s just a woman holding a swamp rat.
I think I’m right.
