4"x6" oil on masonite panel ••• I do not know the flavor of this Jolly Rancher, it was not in my
possession long enough to commit it to memory. You see, I was forced to
steal this piece of candy from my own offspring. Yes, forced. •
In an attempt to help organize my disaster zone of a studio, The
Spousal Unit took it upon Herself to collect all of my "painting" candy
into one container. I admit, the subjects-in-waiting were somewhat
strewn all over the place. She chose a plain brown paper bag as the
vessel and She even wrote "Art Candy" on it. Not only did I not know
that The Goddess did this wonderful thing, I also didn't know that—for
some unknown reason—She took the bag into the house. •
The time came for me, as it eventually does, to paint a piece of candy.
Not finding any in my studio, I may have panicked a bit. Now on the hunt for candy, I went into the house and immediately noticed that Spawn Number One had just emptied his pockets
onto the counter and there it was... the Jolly Rancher. A little
diversion (probably something like, "Look, a chicken!") combined with
some quick five-finger action and voila... here's a painting of it. •
It was soon stolen back and I don't blame the little demon. Their
translucency makes them a challenge to paint, but Jolly Ranchers sure
taste good.
Posted September 24, 2015
sold • private collection, los angeles, ca
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