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Whistlepops
acrylic, oil, and alkyd on canvas
5’ x 5’10” or so.

Whistlepops

acrylic, oil, and alkyd on canvas

5’ x 5’10” or so.

Cookie Jar Clown
acrylic, oil and alkyd on canvas
5’ x 5’

Cookie Jar Clown

acrylic, oil and alkyd on canvas

5’ x 5’

Baseball Birthday Cake
acrylic, oil and alkyd on canvas 
about 5’ x 5’10”, something like that

Baseball Birthday Cake

acrylic, oil and alkyd on canvas 

about 5’ x 5’10”, something like that

More old art.
(Mold art? Old fart?)

More old art.

(Mold art? Old fart?)

Some college-era paintings, found on an old camera. Not a great quality photo, but it gives some idea of what I was doing circa 1796. So actually this is a pretty good photograph, considering. And yes, I am 240 years old. I may not have mentioned that before.

Some college-era paintings, found on an old camera. Not a great quality photo, but it gives some idea of what I was doing circa 1796. So actually this is a pretty good photograph, considering. And yes, I am 240 years old. I may not have mentioned that before.

The Fudge That Got Away

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 SMOKESwe’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.

Here she is, installed at the John V. Hicks gallery this summer as part of the I.D. V. 6.0 show.

Here she is, installed at the John V. Hicks gallery this summer as part of the I.D. V. 6.0 show.

I never did show you this finished, did I? Well then:
Annunciation (a work in progress)
Oil and alkyd on unstretched canvas, 2010 
I haven’t measured it yet, so let’s say life sized. 

I never did show you this finished, did I? Well then:

Annunciation (a work in progress)

Oil and alkyd on unstretched canvas, 2010 

I haven’t measured it yet, so let’s say life sized. 

The Fudge That Got Away

About:

Hi, I'm René.  First I was an artist.  Then I became a mom.  Then, as it turned out, I was an autism mom.  Now I'm an artist again.

(I'm still a mom.)

This is a place to figure it all out. Or maybe not 'figure it all out' so much as 'sit back and watch the cage match'.

Fruityfantastica* can be roughly divided into two categories: marvellous stuff of all kinds done by other people, and my own work.

If you want to see other people's stuff, you can go here: other people are wonderful.
My studio work, bits of writing & other oddments are here: I made this.
To cut out the nonsense and go straight to the studio, use this shortcut: studio work.

I'm also a contributor at the Hedge Society. What is a Hedge Society, you ask? It's a group of friends paying attention to things that are hopeful, beautiful, silly, tasty, helpful, interesting, infuriating, ordinary, and sometimes y.

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*Fruity Fantastica was my Tetris high score name. I was a pretty good Tetris player, and if you think that's bluster just go ahead and ask Meaty Magnifico about it. Later, Fruityfantastica became a code word for my potential to be something better than I was. Now it's a hairshirt I wear online to remind myself that I am also ridiculous.

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