I admit I had no idea where I was going with this one when I started. I put the hardboard on a flat surface and dribbled black, red, blue and green paint on it. Next, I used a two inch brush to push the paint around, leaving some fairly thick spots. Then I left it to dry; ran upstairs for supper.
When I came back, the thickest parts hadn't dried completely but I set the hardboard up on my easel anyway. The paint dripped thickly.
My intent was to make a stack of tomatoes but I wasn't sure how. So, it just happened. I suppose it isn't proper to play with food. Expecially when you personify it and then skewer it. Sorry, but some of the best food I've had has been skewered. I thought of titling this "Frost Threatens in the Garden of Earthly Delights" or "Threats in the Garden" or "Tomato, Tomato, Tomato."
There's a good chance that some comments will result in a new title. So it goes.
16" x 20" $460
Don't play with your food? It seems as though the opposite was true growing up. I remember one particular time when Beth stayed up half the night carving her carrots into people for her lunch the next day.
ReplyDeleteI particularly like the ski-pole ends on the skewers. They're ready to go for a wild ride, and who knows where they might end up?
I remember someone using their broccoli as a bulldozer, shoving the mashed potatoes into mounds. I also remember one of my children dying herself green to become broccoli for Halloween. Playing with food; playing as food.
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