Dinner is served!
A couple of weeks ago I was delighted to accompany family to the Women's March to the Polls and from there our personal march to the Art Institute of Chicago. We saw things and I threw my attention to paintings of food.
As long as it's not going bad and getting fuzzy and rancid while you're painting it, food is as good a model as a landscape, probably better. It rains outside, some cow insists on moving in and bringing her gal pals, that tree decides to just rot and fall over. Food just sits there like it's waiting for you to bring a fork and tuck in, or pluck some feathers, fire up the oven, cook it up, and voila, it's Sunday dinner. So the feast for my eyes was food, glorious food.
As long as it's not going bad and getting fuzzy and rancid while you're painting it, food is as good a model as a landscape, probably better. It rains outside, some cow insists on moving in and bringing her gal pals, that tree decides to just rot and fall over. Food just sits there like it's waiting for you to bring a fork and tuck in, or pluck some feathers, fire up the oven, cook it up, and voila, it's Sunday dinner. So the feast for my eyes was food, glorious food.
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