For years (or possibly less time), I wanted one of these turtle breads from Boudin Bakery. They always said no, it was only for kids. Now they have relaxed this strict policy.
My favorite kind of still life is the pantry scene, of humble food objects in a peaceful setting. I think when those paintings are successful, they turn into a type of poem about being in that moment, kind of a Zen thing. Yet they preserve that moment, and make it timeless.
When people talk about being right brained, and when they talk about meditation, that’s what I think they mean, finding that calm, golden feeling.
The bread here is home made by the way- a home made ciabatta.
Painting of still life with baguette. The delicious end of the loaf of french bread… that turned hard as a rock and made its way into art.
I painted this back when my still life shelf was still red (it’s gray now).