What I will eat, and what I will never eat, also ---- Art Cards for Sale Now!

So with the craft fair gone and in the dust of fond and slightly rained-on memories past, I have a few things to enjoy in the afterwards.  I have a cookie with my portrait on it, c/o Amber PB and her table boasting beards and bird-earrings and (of course) sugar cookies painted in food dye with pictures of people on them.  They even had vegan ones, which is how I can nibble on myself without qualm as you see here!

In other recent news I printed and packaged and beautifully presented the full set of 12 art cards that I was selling at the show, except now I'm including with each one a handmade envelope made from pages of an old Neal's Yard Bakery Whole Foods Cookbook.  Because essentially the recipes are terrible and hilarious and the ink drawing of mushrooms and cucumbers are actually pretty gorgeous.  

I don't feel bad, I feel like I rescued these poor recipes from any chance they may have had at getting made and eaten, and exalted them to the proper status of treasure/spectacle that they deserve.

I mean, Kombu Surprise, you guys.  Kombu.  Surprise.  I am in awe.

Meanwhile, Get'Yer Hot Fresh [insert delectable adjective here] Art Prints + Recipe Envelope Right Here!

hurray!

Stolen or Given Away?

I've lost you, painting.  *weepsniff... oh well*

This is what happens when you procrastinate about picking up your artwork from studios at school... I managed to find 4 of the 5 that I made this spring, but unfortunately not the largest one.  And my favourite one.  It looks like that picture up there, except more refined, and with huge white wings, and I don't even have a picture for my portfolio!  That might be the worst part.

On the other hand, ephemerality of art, right?  I'm not actually crushed, I guess.  Onto the next works...

Speaking of works and ephemerality -- I worked on a delicious batch of vegan Carrot Cake Cookies while working on a drawing piece for Fatigue Magazine, and both turned out beautifully.  (the cookies are ephemeral because I ated them!  the submission because I am handing it to the editors on sunday)

Hope everyone's having a happy May so far!  I know there're readers out there, regardless of no commenting, so to all three of you, I wave and send a virtual cookie, can you smell the cinnamon? :)

laughing at the 'wall of fire' in person

The one and only time I tried spam it pretty much blew my world apart. This was pre-vegan, still being an idiot days, hanging out in downtown Ottawa and being a general bad influence on sane people. The other liz and I bought some spam at Giant Tiger and cut a hole in the bottom of the tin with a knife, so I could make a lamp out of it later, and we sat there at the top floor of the rideau mall eating spam and mussels and playing go fish with spiderman cards. And scowling at children.

Then we went to the national art gallery, still eating the spam (did I mention yet that it tastes really good, like buttery salty ham? I think it has potato flake in it. anway.). It was kind of an honoured guest, we danced with the tin in some exhibition rooms and were strangely unimpeded by every security guard in the place. Except when liz touched some hollow truck, I think it was james angus's hollow truck. I don't like his work all that much. But yeah, spam.

There was a microphone set up, I think it was around Valentine's and you could walk up to a platform lit all nicely with golden blue lights and profess your love for whatever you wanted, and they must have been recording it for something later I think. I went up and I tried to express my love for the salty meat, but I got too emotional and started to cry. Liz grabbed me off of there, looking kinda scared, but the moment wasn't ruined or anything, and we watched some more art-house movies like this cool one about wonderwoman spinning and exploding and being generally deconstructed to a nice disco beat, and then we went home to drink.