Started doodling a stump, then added a jar to sit atop. How sickeningly poetic. Wallace Stevens or Sylvia Plath influence? Or just memories of sitting in a cubicle, happy to be in an open area for a change.
I'd wear this entire ensemble, given the opportunity. When I was regular commuter on the 6 bus downtown, I'd see a guy in Carhart coveralls and red ski mask that had a spider-man likeness scrawled on with a sharpie. He earned my respect that day.