An Obsession With Food
I’m obsessed with food. You can tell that from the pictures above. I paint characters eating. I serve cupcakes with faces on them to cartoonists. I take a picture of the hotdog I’m served at the ballpark.
When my brother and I were young my mother often made us breakfast. She took a glazed donut, cut it in half, smeared butter on both sides and toasted it. I remember taking a bite and there was so much butter and sugar glaze it literally oozed out of my mouth and ran down both cheeks. I learned to eat that breakfast with a napkin held under my chin.
Below, you’ll find an amazing little food creation by someone who shares my mother’s DNA.
Bon Appetit!
An Obsession With Food
I’m obsessed with food. You can tell that from the pictures above. I paint characters eating. I serve cupcakes with faces on them to cartoonists. I take a picture of the hotdog I’m served at the ballpark.
When my brother and I were young my mother often made us breakfast. She took a glazed donut, cut it in half, smeared butter on both sides and toasted it. I remember taking a bite and there was so much butter and sugar glaze it literally oozed out of my mouth and ran down both cheeks. I learned to eat that breakfast with a napkin held under my chin.
Below, you’ll find an amazing little food creation by someone who shares my mother’s DNA.
Bon Appetit!
