Glimmer of Neumann’s Great Mother in this primal woman looking part Cambodian and part Mesopotamian chained to the automobile and anchoring the airborne ship, the new world. Or perhaps just an absurdly proportioned hood ornament.
Or given the mini Colosseum, deco spectators in the stands, an auto gladiatorix of sorts.
The ship. The kitchen sinks.
Below the same scene looking out from the great room.