Chastity has elements of the church, of purity and suffering: a thorny crown, holy water font at her shoulder. Her pure golden core is guarded by a thorny sentry, and though she has a secret drawer, it is locked shut. Text from a poem espousing chastity covers her and becomes a barely discernable texture.
Ah, Mrs. Jones, the adulteress. She has elements of celebration – champagne bubbles, a blossoming flower – but also there are thorns around her head, and her wedding ring, no longer valued, is tarnished and hidden inside a sickly green drawer. She is textured with text from Lady Chatterley’s Lover and Anatomy of Love: A Natural History of Mating, Marriage and Why We Stray.