I’m putting up some pictures of recent work (somewhat recent? recent-ish? No visible mold?). There isn’t a lot of it and may not be more for a while, for I am currently studio-free and time-free and a couple of other frees too.

But there’s no reason to let perfectly serviceable blog fodder go to waste.

I present to you: Remarkable Fudge.

Acrylic, oil and alkyd on primed paper. It’s, oh, 24” by 30” or so. One of these days I’ll measure.

I did this a year ago, but it’s a throwback to my art college days, when I made a series of very large food paintings using images from my collection of vintage recipe books. I was particularly fond of off-register, over-saturated pictures with ridiculous props and questionable food appeal. 

I haven’t done a food painting in years, but when Kate and I realized that HOLY SMOKES, we’re doing an auction for Haiti and it’s going to be big and it has to happen a week from now if we want to get matching government funds, I decided to make a new painting for it (on top of the eighteen hour days of email mayhemmery and frenzied goodwill). To get it done in time, the painting had to be about something I knew well, so an off-register, over-saturated picture with ridiculous props and questionable food appeal was in order. My safe place.

I spent a few busy nights in the studio-with-the-ghosts and one loud night with a Zombie Sex Cult gig going on in the adjoining common room.

I’m not sure how the ghosts felt about that.

Athough I finished Remarkable Fudge in time, it never made it into the auction.  By the end of the week we were turning donations away because we had so many, and my stuff… well.  It’s not everybody’s cup of tea.

For example, this fine piece, Self Portrait With Teeth, only got one bid. From one of my oldest friends, who loves me and my dentistry.

Self Portrait With Fever didn’t get any bids at all.

Some people just don’t want a beautiful, original, larger-than-life sized hallucinating head glowering above their sofa.

Apparently.