Dyynamics

Poison Ivy sits quietly in her room, pensive and meditative.The villain’s incubator has for furniture a mattress and a large desk with a wooden chair, the rest is flooded with plants that include scattered bamboo, intertwined money trees, and a few exotic flower arrangements like the distinct indigenous fossil plant Welwitschia – a specimen that is as unique as its cultivator.

The green thumbed goddess lays in her bed naked, her long crimson dreads and shapely body evoke an effortless wild beauty that seeps sexual freedom. Her bedside clock reads 4:20 AM, cementing the ritual of her cannabis herbal remedy, the only escape from her cascading thoughts. She pulls the first couple of drags from her joint - contemplative. Ivy exhales a thick cloud of smoke, gets up and goes to the bathroom. Her naked body exposed reveals scattered cicatrices and flora tattoos in the traditional Irezumi style that begin at her nape and bend all the way down to her inner thigh. Her naturally formed locks reach the under curve of her bosom. Free to grow at their will, her dense hair roam the femme fatale’s body like coiling roots.

Poison Ivy’s skin is golden brown with a hint of rouge, likened to the color of autumn leaves just turned.  Her eyes, a striking emerald green. Thought bubble “Pamela… You finally found your mission… after all of these years of complacency… You took a chance and made it happen for yourself, for the world. Although… no sooner does one thing become clearer than another, bigger things turn up that are completely obscure. Thinking too much again. Where’s Mary?”

She goes back to her room and waters her marijuana leaves. “Hi Mary darling, come on baby girl… Mama’s third eye needs awakening.”

Rolls another joint, pulls. “Just a few more days…”

La Femme Nikita | Luc Besson | 1990

An old set of playing cards from Iran, circa 1930.